Flaws (Session) lyrics

[Chorus]
She in love with my flaws, put Versace on my drawers
That b*tch know that I'm a boss, I'ma catch like Randy Moss
I ain't never off, yeah, all I do is floss, yeah
Double G my outfit, cause it cost to be the boss, yeah
Racks on, racks off, I don't f*ck with nobody, I hate y'all
I'm a killer at heart, like Adolf, boy, that sh*t dead like Nate Dawg
Say you want beef, chop it like steak sauce
Migos goes in the trap, like takeoff
Big guns, they'll take your face off
Can't see these f*ck n**ga's like Ray Charles, yeah

[Verse]
A hundred bands, spend all that sh*t, she looked at my whole tеam, then f*cked on them
Hе say he want smoke, we'll up on him, and we'll bust at them
They don't want no static
Rock my choker and tote my ratchet, do a drill, listenin' to Lenny Kravitz
Off a pill, yeah, I dunk Shaquille, yeah, tight jeans, bankrolls for sex appeal

[Chorus]
She in love with my flaws, put Versace on my drawers
That b*tch know that I'm a boss, I'ma catch like Randy Moss
I ain't never off, yeah, all I do is floss, yeah
Double G my outfit, cause it cost to be the boss, yeah
Racks on, racks off, I don't f*ck with nobody, I hate y'all
I'm a killer at heart, like Adolf, boy, that sh*t dead like Nate Dawg
Say you want beef, chop it like steak sauce
Migos goes in the trap, like takeoff
Big guns, they'll take your face off
Can't see these f*ck n**ga's like Ray Charles, yeah
[Verse 2]
In a booth, yeah, smoking boof, yeah
f*ck the lies, I get high to see the truth, yeah
Who am I? f*ck, n**ga, who are you, yeah
c*ck it back, load it up, I'll let it shoot, yeah
Got the juice, yeah, got the juice, yeah
It's my world, it's my world, I got the juice, yeah
Got the juice, got the juice, I got the juice, yeah
Uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah
I pour a four inside my cup like it's nothing
You run up on me, then you know that it's bustin'
You ain't talkin' money, that's the end of that discussion
f*ck her from the back, I hit that b*tch until she comin'
Ayy, well, paparazzi fans get to runnin'
Rockstar jumpin' to the crowd, now they jumpin'
Twenty-three up in my Glock, jumpin', jumpin', jumpin'
You ain't makin' money, naw, you just makin' assumptions
Put my di*k all in her jaw, break her back just like the law
This some real n**ga business, so these fake n**gas can't get involved
All I do is problem-solve, all I do is count it up
Leave him leakin' aqueducts, shoot him in his stomach till he had enough

[Chorus]
She in love with my flaws, put Versace on my drawers
That b*tch know that I'm a boss, I'ma catch like Randy Moss
I ain't never off, yeah, all I do is floss, yeah
Double G my outfit, cause it cost to be the boss, yeah
Racks on, racks off, I don't f*ck with nobody, I hate y'all
I'm a killer at heart, like Adolf, boy, that sh*t dead like Nate Dawg
Say you want beef, chop it like steak sauce
Migos goes in the trap, like takeoff
Big guns, they'll take your face off
Can't see these f*ck n**ga's like Ray Charles, yeah