Flowers
(Ayy, 6ix)
It's Young Jef'
The motherfuckin' best
Yeah
Young Jefe, holmes
Say she want a thug, she want a hood nigga, yeah
But she took a loss, it wasn't, just a good nigga, yeah
I be with Big B like I'm fuckin' Jigga, yeah
I don't trust nan' one of these niggas, yeah
That bitch gon' fuck with me 'cause I get massive figures, yeah
Way out by the sea, hop on a wave, nigga, yeah
Don't fuck with Glizzy, he be with gravediggers, yeah
Let niggas think it's sweet and we gon' spray at niggas, yeah
My nigga dead 'cause he went fed, he tried to say that he didn't
Stop tellin' me what my youngins did 'cause, bitch, this GG business
Kick 'em out my circle, they some squares, I'm playin' 'em at a distance
You ain't got a hundred thou', spent it on my ears, bitch, I don't do no listenin', yeah
Let me let you know, boy, that you's a real coward, yeah
Yeah, you's a broke boy, I be with real choppers, yeah
I'm from that Yo, boy, where we get real active (yo-yo)
These niggas say they active, but they real actors, yeah
I'm slidin' around this bitch like I play hockey, yeah
Whoops, I popped a Tesla, found my car key, yeah
Niggas was just on WIC, now we wake up palm trees, yeah
The baddest bitch out the clique, you know that's all me, yeah
Say she want a thug, she want a hood nigga, yeah
But she took a loss, it wasn't, just a good nigga, yeah
I be with Big B like I'm fuckin' Jigga, yeah
I don't trust nan' one of these niggas, yeah
That bitch gon' fuck with me 'cause I get massive figures, yeah
Way out by the sea, hop on a wave, nigga, yeah
Don't fuck with Glizzy, he be with gravediggers, yeah
Let niggas think it's sweet and we gon' spray at niggas, yeah
Lately, I been buyin' properties
And I'm plannin' to buy the whole board, look like Monopoly
Took her to the beach, she bust it open, she was a tropic freak
Always got a speech, she graduated for philosophy, yeah
I keep a Glock in my pants, you know these niggas tellin', yeah
I got them bands on me, you know I'm really active, yeah
Got up off that bitch, don't wear shit but Birkins and Kellys, yeah
Had a Band-Aid on my face, she said I look like Nelly, yeah
Had your bitch, she gave me head while we was watchin' Belly, yeah
Even on my deathbed, it's still fuck 9-11, yeah
These niggas done went sour, I got big and better, yeah
Come on, give me my flowers, I hope they last forever
