Flowers lyrics

[Intro]
(Ayy, 6ix)
It's Young Jef'
The motherf*ckin' best
Yeah
Young Jefe, holmes

[Chorus]
Say she want a thug, she want a hood n*gga, yeah
But she'll take a Russell Wilson, just a good n*gga, yeah
I be with Big B like I'm f*ckin' Jigga, yeah
I don't trust nan' one of these n*ggas, yeah
That b*tch gon' f*ck with me 'cause I get major figures, yeah
Way out by the sea, hop on a wave, n*gga, yeah
Don't f*ck with Glizzy, he be with gravediggers, yeah
Let n*ggas think it's sweet and we gon' spray at n*ggas, yeah

[Verse 1]
My n*gga dead 'cause he went fed, he tried to say that he didn't
Stop tellin' me what my youngins did 'cause, b*tch, this GG business
Kicked 'em out my circle, they was some squares, I'm playin' 'em at a distance
You ain't got a hundred thou', spent that on my ears, b*tch, I don't do no listenin', yeah
Let me let you know, boy, that you's a real capper, yeah
Yeah, you's a broke boy, I be with real trappers, yeah
I'm from that Yo, boy, where we get real active (Yo-Yo)
These n*ggas say they active, but they real actors, yeah
I'm slidin' around this b*tch like I play hockey, yeah
Oops, I popped a Tesla, lost my car key, yeah
n*ggas was just on WIC, now we wake up palm trees, yeah
The baddest b*tch out the clique, you know that's all me, yeah
[Chorus]
Say she want a thug, she want a hood n*gga, yeah
But she'll take a Russell Wilson, just a good n*gga, yeah
I be with Big B like I'm f*ckin' Jigga, yeah
I don't trust nan' one of these n*ggas, yeah
That b*tch gon' f*ck with me 'cause I get major figures, yeah
Way out by the sea, hop on a wave, n*gga, yeah
Don't f*ck with Glizzy, he be with gravediggers, yeah
Let n*ggas think it's sweet and we gon' spray at n*ggas, yeah

[Verse 2]
Lately, I been buyin' properties
And I plan to buy the whole board up like Monopoly
Took her to the beach, she bust it open, she's a tropic freak
Always got a speech, she graduated for philosophy, yeah
I keep a Glock in my pants, you know these n*ggas jealous, yeah
I got them bands on me, you know I'm really heavy, yeah
Got a bossed-up b*tch, don't wear sh*t but Birkins and Kellys, yeah
Had a Band-Aid on my face, she said I look like Nelly, yeah
Had your b*tch, she gave me head while we was watchin' Belly, yeah
Even on my deathbed, it's still f*ck 9-11, yeah
These n*ggas done went sour, I got big and better, yeah
Come on, give me my flowers, I hope they last forever