Flavor - Young Dro, DJ Scream, T.I.

My belt, my shoes, my pants, that’s flavor

My braud, her ass, her bag, that’s flavor

This Bentley, this Chevy, this, that’s flavor

I grind, this paper, that bag, that’s flavor

Everyday, wake up

Dress up, keep flexin

House on the hill, 5 mill, no nabors

My life straight flavor, a mill,

Say what?

She will

So what, don’t care

Bankrolls falling off of me, you get off of me

Your bitch say «he's too soft for me»

Can’t keep her off of me

I know shauty gon get with the program

Give it to her, shout out to the whole gram

Rep she say «war» now

Fuck her hard, shauty hollar «slow down»

Redekerate her pussy, add some flavor to it

Girl, I’m getting cold now

Shauty, I don’t wanna spoil you

Take you somewhere and enjoy you

Lay you down and explore your body,

I’m drippin, this shit is ignerent

My belt, my shoes, my pants, that’s flavor

My braud, her ass, her bag, that’s flavor

This Bentley, this Chevy, this, that’s flavor

I grind, this paper, that bag, that’s flavor

Keep throwin salt up on the sauce,

And I be thumbing through that shit, paper

Red on the bottom, shit cost for that

Run through it, you gon have to take a loss for that

Boss bitch, I ain’t never been the type to type

Bitch

My weev, my whip, my bitch, that’s flavor

Got 9, still mad, fuck next, that’s later

Them C’s, Shanell, your bitch, can’t get

Pop bottles, I sparkel, they cut me it’s lit

Drippin up in here

Standing on the sofa, don’t sit here

Fire red bitch, and I’m super sick

You don’t get it, then you gotta be a stupid bitch

My kicks, they out, my plug, that’s flavor

Fuck niggas, get money, I'm stuntin, that’s flavor

My belt, my shoes, my pants, that’s flavor

My braud, her ass, her bag, that’s flavor

This Bentley, this Chevy, this, that’s flavor

I grind, this paper, that bag, that’s flavor

This the real deal, I’m fresh as a bitch here

Like Cool J, look at my

It’s impossible to take my bitch here

Everybody red bottoms, look at my clique here

Roll my own weed,

Everybody walk, we talk red

And we got guns on them, lay it down

30 round magazeen, we gon spray,

She give me deepthroat

I’m a player, by the way, I got flavor

Candy everything, bitch now not later

Gator crocks, those are good

those are good

Them hoes are good

Phone tapped, don’t expose the goods

Gotta keep 'm in the Bentley truck

fuck

Burkin bags, everything flavor

That’s fresh, hey, look at my nabor

, my dick go dumb

The only thing that Dro gave her

My belt, my shoes, my pants, that’s flavor

My braud, her ass, her bag, that’s flavor

This Bentley, this Chevy, this, that’s flavor

I grind, this paper, that bag, that’s flavor