Bought her some flowers

Action

Mhmmm, mhmmm

Shhh

Hey

Bought her some flowers for Valentine's

But she be sprung over me, I think she wanna pollenate

Said that he wanna collaborate, seen how he operate

And that's some shit I can't tolerate

Why the fuck would I cooperate?

When, I know you an op and you harbor a lot of hate

Not a vegan, want a lot of cake

This shit is not a game, and it's a risk I don't wanna take

Bought her some flowers for Valentine's

But she be sprung over me, I think she wanna pollenate

Said that he wanna collaborate, seen how he operate

And that's some shit I can't tolerate

Why the fuck would I cooperate?

When, I know you an op and you harbor a lot of hate

Not a vegan, want a lot of cake

This shit is not a game, and it's a risk I don't wanna take

I feel like Skepta, bitch I'm cocky I'm not skeptical

Do it for the digits, and I do it for the decimals

Ooh smoking loud, I might add another decibel

Spicy like a pepper, and I'm fresher than a vegetable

Ravenous for revenue, capping what we never do

Singing so angelical, bitch I need a heated pool

I aint finna keep my cool

Messing with my money and my future

Then we missing you

No limit, like Mystikal

Bought her some flowers for Valentine's

But she be sprung over me, I think she wanna pollenate

Said that he wanna collaborate, seen how he operate

And that's some shit I can't tolerate

Why the fuck would I cooperate?

When, I know you an op and you harbor a lot of hate

Not a vegan, want a lot of cake

This shit is not a game, and it's a risk I don't wanna take

Bought her some flowers for Valentine's

But she be sprung over me, I think she wanna pollenate

Said that he wanna collaborate, seen how he operate

And that's some shit I can't tolerate

Why the fuck would I cooperate?

When, I know you an op and you harbor a lot of hate

Not a vegan, want a lot of cake

This shit is not a game, and it's a risk I don't wanna take

I can't take this shit no more, constipated

Know I used to act, but I can't fuck with faking

Run it up, do it right, Walter Payton

You don't really want war, you Mr. Satan

I can't take this shit no more, constipated

Know I used to act, but I can't fuck with faking

Run it up, do it right, Walter Payton

You don't really want war, you Mr. Satan