F L A C O - Whatshoewant lyrics

[Chorus] You texted me/ so whatshoewant huh?/ TimTom got gas if you need/ thats whatshoewant huh/ falling the f** on my face/ thats whatshoewant huh/ walk in the store and i'll say/ pick whatshoewant mom/ X2 [Verse 1] I won't lose my way/ Gps my sway/ hiphop's a buffet/ im on my second plate/ my light shine through your shade / ha ha ha/ most people can't relate/ i rarely conversate/ cuz i talk that walk that walk/ run it up Marshall Faulk/ pole vault right into the vault/ your girl stalk i swear it's not my fault/ haters throw sodium/ there's no consoling them/ slick like petroleum/ on some linoleum/ feel like Napoleon/ flow from a podium/ doper than opium/ i need some oziun/ im in the zone again/ yeah goddamn/ stopped watching the throne/ and ignoring my phone/ i left you alone/ said you needed your own/ but you turned to a hoe again/ i swear if you call me a bro again/ i'll end up just tagging a toe again/ flexin my flow again/ im off the dro again/ flip off the po' again [Chorus] X2 [Verse 2] Young man go young man go and show out/ n***a try to showoff guarantee that you get shown out/ oh lord look at the scoreboard its a blowout/ im just trynna ball until my acl gets blown out/ the f** are you waiting for/ the f** are you hating for/ if youre not first then your last/ i think im a sociopath/ remember December when you were so centered and now you're a member on Tinder/ yeah/ remember adventures when we were on benders and sipped on that tea with the ginger?/ yeah/ look at my face / i look and feel so outta place/ probably fit in outerspace/ i deserve praise/ flaco just went in a craze/ oh no just do what he says/ i think that boy might be Simon(game)/they judge a n***a like Simon(american idol)/ i do not shop at a Simon(mall)/ my blade gone pegg you like Simon/ i get the vintage consignment/look for my flow cannot find it/ pardon me for my bravado/ sk8 hi's the color moscatto/n***a you scared of your shadow/ all of these rappers they tattle/ my heart and my mind always battle/ hoppin right back on the saddle/