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When they see it (Oh) You won't believe it (Oh) Yeah (Pasto Flocco, yeah) Yeah, I'm going up, nigga, I'm so hot, yeah Backin' up the flocco, yeah, I'm sprayin' at the opps I'm the last real nigga, yes, no more in stock And I'm speedin' on you niggas, yeah So you better catch up Gettin' money, so I had to flex up Do the dash on you niggas to the top, catch up Yeah I'm flexin' on these niggas, flexin' like a wrestler Butterfly doors, yeah, hop up in the Tesla I get to the money, the cake I break a nigga like a vase, I blast a nigga in his face We straight at that nigga, we straight him like a brace My niggas all coming, you know we not runnin' The hollows, they goin' straight through his face Why you talking that shit? My niggas, they coming The choppa gon' spray a nigga like Mace, yeah You don't need me, every situation you exaggerate I need a bag today, we get the cash today I hit a jugg today, oh, it's the facts today .30 splash in his face, yeah SongtexteBurner on me, yeah, choppa hit him in his face Michael Jordan, fade away Oh-oh, you know that I'm versatile Just give me your number, I dial Smoke that boy like a Black and Mild I pull up and air it out Yeah, I'm going up, nigga, I'm so hot, yeah Backin' up the flocco, yeah, I'm sprayin' at the opps I'm the last real nigga, yes, no more in stock And I'm speedin' on you niggas, yeah So you better catch up Gettin' money, so I had to flex up Do the dash on you niggas to the top, catch up Yeah I'm flexin' on these niggas, flexin' like a wrestler Butterfly doors, yeah, hop up in the Tesla I get to the money, the cake I break a nigga like a vase, I blast a nigga in his face We straight at that nigga, we straight him like a brace My niggas all coming, you know we not runnin' The hollows, they goin' straight through his face Why you talking that shit? My niggas, they coming The choppa gon' spray a nigga like Mace, yeah Rah, rah, rah, rah, rah, rah, rah, rah, rah, rah, rah His money high, hit his dad 'Preme bag, yeah, hold up the racks Bend it over, babygirl, let me smash [?] on my jeans and shackle the tags I remember niggas callin' me trash Ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah-yeah Yeah, I'm going up, nigga, I'm so hot, yeah Backin' up the flocco, yeah, I'm sprayin' at the opps I'm the last real nigga, yes, no more in stock And I'm speedin' on you niggas, yeah So you better catch up Gettin' money, so I had to flex up Do the dash on you niggas to the top, catch up Yeah I'm flexin' on these niggas, flexin' like a wrestler Butterfly doors, yeah, hop up in the Tesla I get to the money, the cake I break a nigga like a vase, I blast a nigga in his face We straight at that nigga, we straight him like a brace My niggas all coming, you know we not runnin' The hollows, they goin' straight through his face Why you talking that shit? My niggas, they coming The choppa gon' spray a nigga like Mace, yeah Ayy, ah, ah, ayy, ah, ah, ayy Ah, ah, ayy, ah, ah, ayy Ah, ah, ayy, ah, ah, ayy Pasto Flocco, yeah Aus Songtexte Mania