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Models

Hip-Hop/Rap

Models was released on October 2, 2025 by Lil Flako LLC as a part of the album Models - Single

Song Details

AlbumModels - Single

Release DateOctober 2, 2025

LabelLil Flako LLC

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM68

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Cesar Omar De La O-Contreras

Cesar Omar De La O-Contreras

Rap

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Cesar Omar De La O-Contreras

Cesar Omar De La O-Contreras

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Duane Trower

Engineer

Lyrics

(Oh man that's the chronic, don't even worry about it)

Lets Go, Hey!

They ain't down to MOB (Bitch get your paper up)

Hey! They ain't down to slide (Bitch get your paper up)

Hey! They ain't to MOB, They ain't down to MOB (They ain't down)

Hey! They ain't down to MOB (Bitch get your paper up)

Hey! They ain't down to slide (Bitch get your paper up)

Hey! They ain't down to slide (Bitch get your paper up)

Hey! They ain't down to MOB, They ain't down to MOB

Hey! They ain't down to MOB (Bitch get your paper up)

FLAKC!

Its my turn to lead

Its my turn bleed

I'll bleed for my team

I'll take all the pain

I'll take every hit

For all of the seeds that my family leaves

They won't live the same

I put that on ME

Put that on JESUS

Put it on everyday like a white beater

Bitch, Bye Felishia (Bye Felishia)

I ain't gone feed ya I'm a mistreat ya

Sell you in pieces (CRIAG)

I ain't with beefing to busy feasting

Still undefeated turn them into feces

Aye look at my wrist, fresh out the freezer

Aye look at your bitch, Stay in my DM

This ni**a a lame

What does she see in him?

End of the day dog she leaving with me

Your bitch is duck all the bread that I'm feeding her

Watch her now eat it up under the sheets

I'm the King of my Kingdom

sitting alone in my throne

They compare me to Julius Caesar

Cesar Omar De La O

I ain't getting stabbed in the back

by none of my fucking people

I see them as equals, similar features

Similar game, in the similar bleachers

All of us packing

We ain't had a teacher

The only thing lacking we needed a leader

So let that be ME

Pick up the mic? Or I pick up the heat?

The decision to me wasn't easy

Know I'm a demon, Glock 23 with a beam

I'll let that bitch blow leave you screaming

They ain't stopping my flow, NOOO

They ain't yadadameaning

Might as well leave them, Harder the cement

I need my bitch to have telekinesis

Half a gallon of Henny for no reason

I need to ship some perkies up to Cleveland

I need a two-piece from Churches, Imminently!

And drop it off to the opps in a black beamer

Not for no reason, Boy this "Fonk Season"

taking it back to that "BP-EP" shit

Suckas be cheesing all up when they me

No, this a mask cuddie not a beanie

Flako all Flesh-N-Bone but get Bizzy

Circle all through your zone til I'm dizzy

Punk ain't coming home, He ain't Drizzy

Man I had to pressure bro for that glizzy

If it ain't about the dough you can miss me

I be at my own shows selling fifties (What chu need blood?)

Yeah you Flakadosh GO, don't temp me

I'm a give you til like ten Mississippi (To what?)

BOUNCE, BOUNCE, BOUNCE

When you hear me spit you gone want to renounce

I'm making them quit, They whole style denounced

By Flako The Kid, Yeah fuck your couch

I'm kicking your door in and kicking you out

Taking your spot don't get popped in your mouth

Just get the fuck back, chill out, relax, be zen

Let Cesar figure this out

This shit can get gory

Step into the wrong territory

Your story can end in a jiff

My whole team legit

Everything we do is so glorious

All of us pleading the fifth

We B.I.G like Notorious

Cuddie best not go to war

Im a Warrior, Die for this shit

Come out the scuffle victorious

Making it obvious I can survive in a pit

I can survive what is thrown to me

There's no ignoring me

Crown made of thrones for The King

Yeah, but that ordinary when you reach the Euphoira

Cause they don't want you to see

They get all spooked when you come from the streets

You step in the booth and the truth get unleashed

I'm a dog off the leash, And nah you don't need to capiche

They feeling I feel when released

They ain't down to MOB (Bitch get your paper up)

Hey! They ain't down to slide (Bitch get your paper up)

Hey! They ain't to MOB, They ain't down to MOB (They ain't down)

Hey! They ain't down to MOB (Bitch get your paper up)

Hey! They ain't down to slide (Bitch get your paper up)

Hey! They ain't down to lie (Bitch get your paper up)

Hey! They Ain't down to MOB, They ain't down to MOB

Hey! They ain't down to MOB (Bitch get your paper up)

Hey! They ain't down to slide (Bitch get your paper up)

Hey! They ain't down to lie (Bitch get your paper up)

Hey! They down to MOB, They ain't down to MOB

Hey! They ain't down to MOB (Bitch get your paper up)

What are we going to do tonight?

On God Cristian, Shut up!

Um, I'm gonna pick up Cristian and were going to go to fucking Lexi's house

And with Jade if you want to meet us there at like 7:30 or 8?

Written by: Cesar Omar De La O-Contreras

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