Flavors (feat. Reason)

A lot of smoke in my eyes Man I'm floating on a kush cloud New house new couch Why you acting brand new now (why you acting brand new now) This shit got me so high Man I don't know what to do now (dont know what to do now) I got weed, I got flavour Shit we all higher than the Himalayas Different bitches, different flavours We not running out of flavour Different bitches, different flavour We not running out of flavour I'm talking all night bottle popping nigga where are you Roll it up and light it up until my face is blue Watch out where you stepping homey 'Cause these shoes are new Kick you out the party bruh If you act a fool Kick you out the party, killa, don't you Get me on my price until, I flow Touche, I got a couple broads on the hooptee there On a Tuesday, pumping Lupe, sipping Goose ey Something like a father figure Even had a smart shorty singing Eh papaoutai Not right now, I'm high right now Not many smiles from the top right now I got too many haters to block out now I got too many favours to reconcile Too many flavours to pick one out, cash flow Ke tswhere stocko sa lekgoa, I'm irrational I'm the type to eat a full plate and still ask for more Pass the dough, pass the trees, pass the roll I pass it all to cassanova, the class is over Not too many niggas bumping this recorder Recording us so you can just bash the flow Passional, classical This how I gon have you feeling magical Besides, your girl impractical Baby ain't nobody tell you you the brightest girl January to December every weekend I remember was a movie Different flavour different groupies Got your hunnie dippin', skinny dippin' While I'm dip my toes at the edge of the pool ey Mess around and act a fool ey We gon kick you out and keep it moving Kick you out and keep it moving Different bitches, different flavours We not running out of flavour Different bitches, different flavour We not running out of flavour I'm talking all night bottle popping nigga where are you Roll it up and light it up until my face is blue Watch out where you stepping homey 'Cause these shoes are new Kick you out the party bruh If you act a fool Am I really that important Damn, I must be looking gorgeous All these bitches that was fronting on me Now be all around me like a fortress Used to say I can't afford it Now they telling me to hit them back Off of my dick like a foreskin Now she out here asking me Yo what happened with Tumi? What happened with Tumi is the same thing that's happening to me We went and got boujee We went from the Js and the Timbs To wanting that Gucci, Armani profusely To signing my own cheques on my own desk But the difference is crucial The niggas I move with the niggas I grew and I blew with The niggas he roll with Was tryna take food from the people I cook and I chew with And that's just some true shit I gave them their credit and that was the end of the movie I don't wanna do this What happened with Ricky is the story that happens in music What happened to me!!? I swallowed my pride, digested it And got on my own shit Now I'm flowing out an ocean Making magic, I'm the portion Tellin you I never found love On the jets, I'm taking off bitch On the jets, I'm taking off yes On the jets, I'm taking off Bitches wanna get a portion Of course it's all because Bigstar dropped all these Different bitches, different flavours We not running out of flavour Different bitches, different flavour We not running out of flavour I'm talking all night bottle popping nigga where are you Roll it up and light it up until my face is blue Watch out where you stepping homey 'Cause these shoes are new Kick you out the party bruh If you act a fool