Flexing on a litre I got high
Throw the bag of doja right beside
I got hobbies I go off like Plies
If you touch me then you do deserve to die
Flexing on a litre I got high
Throw the bag of doja right beside
Call me Triple A 'cause I got miles
Call me what you want 'cause I got piles
Call me on a weekday I got time
If she do the pushing you gon' turn to crime
If she touch my shoulder where is she gon' cry
Like a bullet passin' by I burn your eye
Like a Range Rover I come by & drive
Ain't no droptop cover up my ride
If you do the talkin' I'm gon' roll my blind
If you come too close my team gon' switch n slide
I go hard, I go deep, I don't hide
I had pennies now I elevate to dimes
I had told my mom to trust within her son
Ain't nobody who was lovin' in this one
Flexing on a litre I got high
Throw the bag of doja right beside
I got hobbies I go off like Plies
If you touch me then you do deserve to die
Flexing on a litre I got high
Throw the bag of doja right beside
Call me Triple A 'cause I got miles
Call me what you want 'cause I got piles
First I get the bread then I f*ckin' lay low
Countin' all this money with my f*ckin' same bros
You could say what you want but nigga they know
Yeah nigga they know, yeah nigga they know
I go hard, I go deep, I don't hide
I had pennies now I elevate to dimes
I had told my mom to trust within her son
Ain't nobody who was lovin' in this one
Off-white in the YSL
All my niggas & they doin' well
Y'all throwin' coins in the wishing well
I'm running through bands & I wish 'em well
I promise my nigga I'll never fail
Always gotta maintain
Nothing ever ever was the same
Just in my bag in my own lane
Rockin' two chainz like diddy boy
Me & my niggas we litty boy
Got the bag in the city boy
Just spent a rack on a bag
I got shit I never had though yeah yeah
& you know we got the swag
Gucci belt & the bape
Y'all niggas just hate
Only the real can relate
Y'all niggas just fake
Yeah I don't ever stress to impress
Young nigga I just f*ckin' dress
Young skinny nigga with this bape on my chest yes yes I am blessed
Flexing on a litre I got high
Throw the bag of doja right beside
I got hobbies I go off like Plies
If you touch me then you do deserve to die
Flexing on a litre I got high
Throw the bag of doja right beside
Call me Triple A 'cause I got miles
Call me what you want 'cause I got piles
OliveGreen - Switch N Slide (feat. JL) Lyrics
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Flexing on a litre I got high
Throw the bag of doja right beside
I got hobbies I go off like Plies
If you touch me then you do deserve to die
Flexing on a litre I got high
Throw the bag of doja right beside
Call me Triple A 'cause I got miles
Call me what you want 'cause I got piles
Call me on a weekday I got time
If she do the pushing you gon' turn to crime
If she touch my shoulder where is she gon' cry
Like a bullet passin' by I burn your eye
Like a Range Rover I come by & drive
Ain't no droptop cover up my ride
If you do the talkin' I'm gon' roll my blind
If you come too close my team gon' switch n slide
I go hard, I go deep, I don't hide
I had pennies now I elevate to dimes
I had told my mom to trust within her son
Ain't nobody who was lovin' in this one
Flexing on a litre I got high
Throw the bag of doja right beside
I got hobbies I go off like Plies
If you touch me then you do deserve to die
Flexing on a litre I got high
Throw the bag of doja right beside
Call me Triple A 'cause I got miles
Call me what you want 'cause I got piles
First I get the bread then I f*ckin' lay low
Countin' all this money with my f*ckin' same bros
You could say what you want but nigga they know
Yeah nigga they know, yeah nigga they know
I go hard, I go deep, I don't hide
I had pennies now I elevate to dimes
I had told my mom to trust within her son
Ain't nobody who was lovin' in this one
Off-white in the YSL
All my niggas & they doin' well
Y'all throwin' coins in the wishing well
I'm running through bands & I wish 'em well
I promise my nigga I'll never fail
Always gotta maintain
Nothing ever ever was the same
Just in my bag in my own lane
Rockin' two chainz like diddy boy
Me & my niggas we litty boy
Got the bag in the city boy
Just spent a rack on a bag
I got shit I never had though yeah yeah
& you know we got the swag
Gucci belt & the bape
Y'all niggas just hate
Only the real can relate
Y'all niggas just fake
Yeah I don't ever stress to impress
Young nigga I just f*ckin' dress
Young skinny nigga with this bape on my chest yes yes I am blessed
Flexing on a litre I got high
Throw the bag of doja right beside
I got hobbies I go off like Plies
If you touch me then you do deserve to die
Flexing on a litre I got high
Throw the bag of doja right beside
Call me Triple A 'cause I got miles
Call me what you want 'cause I got piles
Throw the bag of doja right beside
I got hobbies I go off like Plies
If you touch me then you do deserve to die
Flexing on a litre I got high
Throw the bag of doja right beside
Call me Triple A 'cause I got miles
Call me what you want 'cause I got piles
Call me on a weekday I got time
If she do the pushing you gon' turn to crime
If she touch my shoulder where is she gon' cry
Like a bullet passin' by I burn your eye
Like a Range Rover I come by & drive
Ain't no droptop cover up my ride
If you do the talkin' I'm gon' roll my blind
If you come too close my team gon' switch n slide
I go hard, I go deep, I don't hide
I had pennies now I elevate to dimes
I had told my mom to trust within her son
Ain't nobody who was lovin' in this one
Flexing on a litre I got high
Throw the bag of doja right beside
I got hobbies I go off like Plies
If you touch me then you do deserve to die
Flexing on a litre I got high
Throw the bag of doja right beside
Call me Triple A 'cause I got miles
Call me what you want 'cause I got piles
First I get the bread then I f*ckin' lay low
Countin' all this money with my f*ckin' same bros
You could say what you want but nigga they know
Yeah nigga they know, yeah nigga they know
I go hard, I go deep, I don't hide
I had pennies now I elevate to dimes
I had told my mom to trust within her son
Ain't nobody who was lovin' in this one
Off-white in the YSL
All my niggas & they doin' well
Y'all throwin' coins in the wishing well
I'm running through bands & I wish 'em well
I promise my nigga I'll never fail
Always gotta maintain
Nothing ever ever was the same
Just in my bag in my own lane
Rockin' two chainz like diddy boy
Me & my niggas we litty boy
Got the bag in the city boy
Just spent a rack on a bag
I got shit I never had though yeah yeah
& you know we got the swag
Gucci belt & the bape
Y'all niggas just hate
Only the real can relate
Y'all niggas just fake
Yeah I don't ever stress to impress
Young nigga I just f*ckin' dress
Young skinny nigga with this bape on my chest yes yes I am blessed
Flexing on a litre I got high
Throw the bag of doja right beside
I got hobbies I go off like Plies
If you touch me then you do deserve to die
Flexing on a litre I got high
Throw the bag of doja right beside
Call me Triple A 'cause I got miles
Call me what you want 'cause I got piles
Writer: OliveGreen
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