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Flees (feat. Sosa)
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Flees (feat. Sosa) fue lanzado el 15 de diciembre de 2017 por Familiar Records como parte del álbum Zaytoven Presents: Trapping Made It Happen
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Fecha de lanzamiento15 de diciembre de 2017
Sello discográficoFamiliar Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodía
Nivel de sonidos acústicos
Valence
Capacidad para bailar
Energía
BPM75

Video musical

Video musical

Créditos

Letra

[Verse 1]
I'm in a two-seater, catching a carpool
Gold runners on and they are new
Getting money, what we up to
If you ain't with us, then it's fuck you
[Verse 2]
Play chess in the streets
Make your move
My house in LA look like Cancun
These hoes be takin' selfies in my bathroom
Photos watch the spot from the cameras
We serving that, come back, front, one more
The judge cannot stop me from countin' honchos
You gotta re-up when you run low
I'ma run it up and I'ma run more
[Verse 3]
These bitches see the steez when I bop out the car
Met the bitch today, but I'll get tired by tomorrow
You don't get it like the gang
No, not like the squad
I'm on planet Earth, I'm finna shoot back to Mars
On Mars with a scope, finna shoot at the stars
High as fuck, seeing Saturn have a shootout with Mars
Your thot say she see me in two different cars
I just Neiman's in a few different malls
[Verse 4]
Back to the wall, feet on the floor
Pedal to the metal, whole buncha gold
Buy a lotta clothes, achieve a lot of goals
Friends turn foe, but I'm wavy like a flow
Syrup got me like a snail on a yacht
Finna set sail
Smokin' dope finna inhale then exhale
All this loud in my fucking lungs
Man I can't yell
I can't even pronounce my foreign ass bills
[Verse 5]
Bitch, I'm smokin' on dope
Bitch, I eat bossanova
Bitch, my pockets are boulders
We ain't riding no Rovers
Bitch, we ride I8s
Bitch, I'm high, outer space
Ride foreign, no plates
OG Kush you could taste
[Verse 6]
I smoke a zip every day
Pulled an eight to the face
Bitch, we game paper chase, bet you fool can't relate
Might do a show in Japan
Rockin' outfits from France
Catch that pack when they land
Watch me go count them bands
[Verse 7]
At the stoplight, two-seater, me and you
Me and folks is fucked up, nah, that ain't no more
Hit the club, bitches bouncin' everywhere, yo-yo
Do my thing, flee the scene
I'ma lose the po-po
Snow bunny with me sniffin' Coca-Cola cocoa
[Verse 8]
I used to be so low
I'll steady send shots
Miss and that's a low blow
String on the TEC
Like a string on a yo-yo
Run, I'ma blow though
[Verse 9]
Cooling at the spot by the oceans
Pickin' up a bitch off of Ocean Drive
Pulled up to Wells Fargo
Run out that bitch with the sack
Hop in the car like, bitch, drive
I can try to walk a straight line
But I'm really high
And I coulda took a Greyhound
But I'm really fly
Oh yeah, I'm fucking bitches, baby
I'm not in denial
The jury tryna steal me, but I'm taking it to trial
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