Lyrics Flair - A2, Octavian, Yxng Bane

Flair

Ay, ay
If you got a problem
You should’ve solved it
I had some problems
That was some more shit
Now I got some options
I hope they know this
I pray everyday now
Surrounded by vultures
I laugh everyday now
I see some jokers
Foot off the brake now
I need a chauffeur
I need some space now
Flash by the orchard
Made that money come home
I make it stay around
Lovin' us
Double touch
In and out
Double Deutch
Now you want fuck with us
I need a house by the shores
I need a ounce when I’m bored
I might link three up in Brix
Then we go North in the porsche
Pour out the drink on the floor
Usually I make it count
But I’m tryna live for tomorrow
Yeh, we be the GOAT’s
Go check the scores (nigga go check the scores)
She make it clap
Don’t need a round of applause
Secure the bag
Secure the bag
No we ain’t new to this shit nigga
Step up on the spot, have em goin' mad
Money in the bank, yeh that’s automatic
Bitch, we just secure the bag
You can tell by rocks ya drop, drop top, spot
Nigga too much flair
E gang, ezzi gang, to the death
Caught your girl here
Push it to the left
in his show then there’s nothing left
Took the venue, fam there’s nuttin der
Young nigga came out the bando
A nigga move swift (ye a nigga move swift)
Chattin' to you didn’t understand though
Look at all these bands, woah
So far ahead but yano these man blow like a man’s already blown
Ay hold your breath
It’s been time since I
Cah us man be up, and nigga go red when they see us
Young nigga came out the bando
A nigga move swift
I skrt with my bitch, I’m on six
Skrt with my bitch I’m on dizz
Like follow, follow the leader
Can’t fuck with me or A either, I’m making that
Cah no one ain’t see us
But no one ain’t see us
Pour out the drink on the floor
Usually I make it count
But I’m tryna live for tomorrow
Yeh, we be the GOAT’s
Go check the scores (nigga go check the scores)
She make it clap
Don’t need a round of applause
Secure the bag
Secure the bag
No we ain’t new to this shit nigga
Step up on the spot, have em goin' mad
Money in the bank, yeh that’s automatic
Bitch, we just secure the bag
You can tell by rocks ya drop, drop top, spot
Nigga too much flair
I’m on the same road that hoes in
You ain’t blown, you blow your trumpet
I still wash the plates at my mums crib
Then I park my plate where my mum lives
Ooh, I-I-I-I've got selfridges when I’m indoors
You ain’t seen the key, you were trapped home
Can’t even back your tool
Kill like a back bone
Ooh, I sleep comfy in my sheets
I make money in my sleep
You ain’t a GOAT boy you a sheep
Baaa, even when my shit does leak
It can snort that
Cah it flows to the charts like air first suite
Took off a gang and me
I’m skinny but you see I eat
Now you told me who’s thirsty
Singing nigga got your wifey tapped
She’s seen my water, I C E
They pop guns when there on beats
I’m the one who does pop and there on me
I ain’t talking 'bout the females this time
NWA boy fucks us
Secure the bag
Secure the bag
No we ain’t new to this shit nigga
Step up on the spot, have em goin' mad
Money in the bank, yeh that’s automatic
Bitch, we just secure the bag
You can tell by rocks ya drop, drop top, spot
Nigga too much flair