Flaattt (feat. Stunna 4 Vegas)

4 time billionaire shit

We take no disrespect

Heavycamp

Flaattt, flaattt, flaattt

I put that round my neck

I put lil' top down, hopping out the 'Vette

I drop a check then get 'em stretch

X 'em out, zip up

Where we catch 'em where we leave 'em at

Big 30 shots out the 'Vette

Pop the X then pop the TEC

I brought to the Drac' in the club

Posted where you exit at

I took his ho to the crib

Drag that hoe just like pet

Pass her to bro, he pass her back

We popped his bro, he went and got attacked

We send shots, no sliding back

I drop a ten, buy a hat

They stole a chain

I'm tryna buy his brains b4 I buy it back

BB Belt, that's where the iron at

We be creeping where they hiding at

I make 'em get here like J90 and push his mind back

Carry a AR-15 when I hunt for your people

In Cali with Stunna eating Hunts Brother pizza

Billionaire baby, I'm tryna become one

They cut you off, fuck ya, I'on fuck with you neither

I tote the stick like it's legal

Tough guy, he got feet like a cheetah

Fuck her, I really don't need her, charge her

Brake on that bitch, dick what I feed her

I rather fuck 'fore I eat her

No, I prolly fuck then leave her

We prolly bust at ya people

We up the smoke we ain't ducking it neither

We put em up like a eagle

My lil' **** rock out like a Beatle

Just pop out the cut and get evil

We got the block hot like a fever

Crip and blood

Mix it together then you and whoever ah getcha some green

Full court press me and my team

Championship, get ya a ring

Stunna 4 Vegas, don't make a scene

'Cause these **** pussy, ain't what they seem

I might pull a baby in public

Upping the fire, flaattt

And get off the scene

I'm stuffing racks in my jeans

I get 'em whacked for a fee

I bet they leave him with a white sheet

Like the beef, get left in the street

I keep two guns like Pete

Superhead, she give me top, eat, eat

I drop some cash, they creep

Yeah, bitch, no TLC

Bitch tryna suck my dick till I dose off

Hoe tryna rock me to sleep

And she cold hearted, hoe turn on the heat

Opp bitch got me in some beef

Wrappin' the bows myself

Back to back in the trap, I'm really hands on

Don't straddle the fence, my ****

CMG Heavycamp that's what I stand on

Driving the shit out the cat, I don't got no license

Been convicted, I feel like a demon

Real recognized real

Bitch, we the definition, so look up the meaning

Bitch gotta pay for my semen

Scamming and scheming, I make her realize she dreaming

I make her realize she dreaming

Bitch, wake up (Wake up, bitch)

Push up, we be hopping out

Flaattt, flaattt, flaattt, flaattt

That's how them choppas sound

Bomb squad, walk 'em down

We catch 'em slippin' outta bounds

He won't get away, this C8 hawk him down

Flaattt, flaattt, flaattt

We put one up that's what we hollin' out