Bad Flowers

I don’t send bouquets
Don’t keep bitches they just get up in the way
If you ain’t tryin to fall in love get out my face
Call it simpin man you niggas must be gay
No offense
In LA
Move that rarri like a race
In to deep I got her pulling on my braids
I ain’t stupid she still tryin to give me brain
Fuck a bank put a million in a safe
My life finna change
Boy this shit gone be insane
Say she pregnant turn this bitch to billlie Jean
I got love for all my niggas in the Paign
Oh you rapping don’t this nigga usually sang
My drip is iconic
I show up I make these women feel erotic
Oh you niggas think you up you think you got it
You boys full of shit you need colonics
Mixing the domestic and exotics
Money really ain’t shit if I got it
Blew me off I’m blowing up she wanna pop it
Nigga I want Money jumping out my pocket
Time to go make a deposit
Make them niggas come correct
I been workin time to hit me check
Sip that 42 I feel it my chest
that's yo bitch we got her bussin like Tec
Boy you know the rest
All my niggas bad flowers
But I know they got my back u til my last hour
I come up they coming with let’s let that cash shower
Ain’t no tellin what I’ll do with all that damn power