Lyrics Flowers - Rey Morado

Down on my belly talkin' real iridescent
Shining, I ain't got the ear for a peasant
Future mine, I ain't got no fear for the present
Smoke gas so much, you fear that I sell it
Like, where you at, up here
Portabellum popper, palmtree hind these ears
I'm in heaven, everyday I battle, nigga bleed Armageddon
Gotta keep my soul, shit these niggas sellin
But it couldn't be me though
You could never hit me wit me a price tag
Reign down, lookin' more like a ice pack
Givin' niggas hell, throw a stone, and get a bite back
Gigabyte, big shit, like I be right back
Sitting on a bomb you can't bypass
These nigga suck, they the pipet
Rey cook dope, Mr. Pyrex, disappear in the smoke

I seen niggas slip
Boy that's all she wrote
If I don't fuck wit ya never call me bro
I just hit the plug I want all the smoke
I hopped in the whip, called the audible
I copped and I dipped, then that's all I know
How much did I get, probably five or four
This that hall a fame, going all a pro
All my haters pray, them be probably broke

I really innovate, you do imitation
Realized I'm the well, brought me little patience
I still keep the grass, check the irrigation
Used to get watched by 12, minor irritation, really tragic
Looking back niggas gone swear he had it
Couldn't swim with the big fish
Salmon, haddock, barracuda be my image
In my teeth be spinach, that shit keep me spinning
They can't out creep me venom
Little five three feet villain, him going beep beep,
Out of the way
Hardly pray, but he, he, he got faith
He heat, on fire, he he, MJ
This little three five ain't gone keep him straight
Here today, then reup in two days
If I leave this Earth, only going in two ways
Hang time ten, I ain't rockin' a toupee
These niggas scared, & these bitches be bougie
Jamestown past, done drinkin' the kool aid, oh yeah
I was born savant, niggas cryin' like no fair
Written on the wall and it's in the cards, stars too
That nigga fin be a star, that nigga been starvin
Spit like it, pit viper, one mic me, fuck opinions though
Me and Svnthltr, two five, two seven
Kill these niggas, two sides, too much to the letter
And these niggas trash yo favorite not much better
They want grab Beretta, should niggas touch much cheddar
The game never plush, seem I'm always in a rush,
But wait til we strike gold, I'ma pass it all thru the fold
I done seen change thru the growth
You can't chain me to earth, know my wings gotta float
And I been off them caps, seen a chasm, my brain never froze
Shit's insane, up the only way we can go
Like, lemme clear the air

If I don't fuck wit ya never call me bro
I just hit the plug I want all the smoke
I hopped in the whip, called the audible
I copped and I dipped, then that's all I know
How much did I get, probably five or four
This that hall a fame, going all a pro
All my haters pray, them be probably broke

If I don't fuck wit ya never call me bro
I just hit the plug I want all the smoke
I hopped in the whip, called the audible
I copped and I dipped, then that's all I know
How much did I get, probably five or four
This that hall a fame, going all a pro
All my haters pray, them be probably broke
I seen niggas slip, boy that's all she wrote