[Verse - FLO]
Boy should you pick your poison with me
FLO is a sick as the singing voice of Whitney
Born to win and no you won't forget me
Brawn like the engine of a Wa**er Bentley
I been doing donuts and I'm sort of silly
If you're bored then we can tour the city
Rolling with a team that's running deeper than the
Ocean are you sure you really want it pimpin'
If I give an ear to your opinion
I could be the hero or the villain
I could be the zero or the million
But I feel like you just can't afford to k** me
I don't need to tie to your defendant
I don't need a trail or the sentence
I don't speak to robbers or befriend 'em
All of y'all can see the grind is so relentless
How you gon' try control a menace
Knock me to the ground before the finish
Oh you like to talk hard
I'm a open up your mouth and pour cement in
I don't ask permission or forgiveness
Type to go door to door on Christmas
Kiss whoever's under the mistletoe
Grab the chips the bowls the gifts the bows and all of the wishlist
I'm beyond ridiculous
Roll with soccer moms who wanna kick it
Grocery's in the car got a ticket
Riding in the polka dotted Honda Civic
Thrill is potent know that I'm addicted
Overdosing on this road I'm on to victory
Y'all done opened up a pound of hylesism
I hope you noticed that the [?]