[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 [?]