Bari Allen - Flea Flicka lyrics

[Verse 1: Bari] Kiss my pendant Point to the sky And swing like Sammy My gold skin like Who the f** want a Grammy? Put my bullsh** in a box And let it burn like candles Tryna f** Meagan Goode and Meagan Fox on camera My b**h watch Scandal And your b**h so scandalous 300 for the kicks Like Jesus wore sandals But f** it, I want the pounds But f** it, I want Phantoms Like f** it, I'ma be famous Like f** it, I'm a phantom, ayy They say I want the cheese, yeah They say I want the cheese Baby shoot for the stars That's lemon squeeze Yeah, you got a lot Now lemme squeeze, ayy You want me... I want you and I want her Baby girl, that's three, yeah I pull up from like 40 Baby girl, that's three I'm like Dezel in the Glory, ayy Can I see them brown eyes through them Cartiers? Had to break the b**hes up just like Jerry S Told 'em put me on the logo Just like Jerry West Yeah I'm a f**in' idol Just like Ryan Seacrest Me and shawty cut then She had a C-section [Verse 2: Smino] Sometimes I feel like they're itching to throw them clamps on me Hit 'em with the flea flicker, not scratch on me I added everything up and had to subtract homies Facts only Measured success and cooked from scratch Woah lil shawty curvy, p**y on Kirby I couldn't pa** on it Heard they know my name here to Berlin She threw that a** on me Ben and Jerry, young n***a servin' She threw that a** on me Her partner textin' her mad 'cause she in the back, lonely Told her it take two to do bidness but three a damn company Plus I got enough of this dick to make a new damn country I done had enough of this sh** so back to the damn money Smino why the f** you be playin'? You know your a** love me Said I want the cheese Grilled up when I cheese Yanno I gotta find the parmesan And long for the provolone 'Cause when that feta on my fingertips I feel like I'm the goat Locked in n***as, be locked in the f**in' studio She on my digits tryna plan a visit Make it congical