Zaytoven - Flees lyrics

In a two seater, in the carpool Gold runners on, and they are new And gettin’ money, what we up to You ain’t with us, then it’s f** you Play chess in the streets, make your move My house in LA look like Cancun These hoes be takin’ selfies in my bathroom Fo’nem watch the spot from the cam room We servin’ that come back, front one more The juggs cannot stop me from countin’ honchos You gotta re-up when you run low I’ma run it up and I’ma run for more These b**h see the steez when I bop out the car Met the b**h today but I’ll get top by tomorrow You don’t get it like the gang, no not like the scar I’m on planet Earth, I’m finna shoot back to Mars On Mars with a scope, finna shoot at the stars High as f**, seein’ Saturn have a shootout with Mars Your dime say she see me in two different cars I just hit Niemans and a few different malls Back to the wall, feet on the floor Pedal to the metal, whole bunch of gold Buy a lot of clothes, achieve a lot of goals Friends turn foe but I’m wavy like a float Syrup got me like a snail On the yacht, finna set sail Smokin’ dope, finna inhale then exhale All this loud in my f**in’ lungs, man, I can’t yell I can’t even pronounce my foreign a** bail b**h I’m smoking on dope, b**h, I eat boss-anova b**h my pockets on boulders, we don’t ride in no Rovers b**h we ride I8s, b**h I’m high, outer space Ride foreigns, no plates, OG Kush, you can taste I smoke a zip every day, pour the 8 to the face b**h we game paper chase, b**h you food, can’t relate Might do a show in Japan, rockin’ outfits from France Catch that pack when it land, watch me go count them bands At the stoplight, two-seater, me and Yo Me and Sosa f**ed up, nah, that ain’t no Hit the club, b**hes bustin’ everywhere, yo-yo Do my thing, flee the scene, I’ma leave with po-po Snow bunny with me sniffin’ Coca Cola co-co I used to be solo I steady send shots, miss and that’s a low blow String on the TEC like the string on a yo-yo Run and I’ma blow though Coolin’ at the spot by the ocean Pickin’ up a b**h off of Ocean Drive Pulled up to Wells Fargo Run out that b**h with the sack, hop in the car like b**h drive I can try to walk a straight line but I’m really high And I could’ve took a Greyhound but I’m really fly Oh yeah I’m f**in’ b**hes, baby, I’m not in denial And the jury tryna steal me but I’m takin’ it to trial