Lyrics Flammable - Swendal

Yeah, yeah, huh
Yeah
This one, the low sto'
Roscoe
Hell yeah
Huh, that's that rich shit right here man
That royalty music, man
Yeah

All my niggas we soldiers
Every time that we bone up
No forgettin' that blow up
Tellin' niggas we sober
Pullin' up in them Rovers
They made his room for them loafers
Their gang's full of vultures
Standing lookin' for gropers

We're moving like a bad molar
I'm so cold, I'm polar
On the move 'cause I'm sober
Player, I'm in orbit
Kick it just like morbid
Money, need to get more of it
Kings wonder, we winnin' bruh
Hey, I ain't even finished, huh

Twenty-three, we roll out of their way like
'Cause they know us
Sip ya drink, they pull up
Bitches smoke, they roll up
Up in the hood, ain't callin' us
Hit the streets, hit donuts
Saw the world and they go nuts
In the truck, they load up

Flam-flam-flam-flam-flammable
Flammable, swag, flammable
Flammable, flammable, swag, flammable
Flammable, flam-flam-flammable
Swag, flammable
Flammable (yeah), flammable, swag, flammable

Man, we got so much
Luxury, click the gold rush
Run the streets with my homeboys
Asked about me, I go suh
This dry shit, we got it sold up
Fast cash, it never slows up
So got our hoes up, and get chose up
My leg froze up, I'm Leroy, my glow up

I'm fucked up like Shona
Nigga hold up, let's slow it up
And get twisted just to get floated up
If some toppin' nigga, so what
I smoke 'til I blow up
I sip 'til I throw up
I keep dropping them heat rods
'Cause I get paid when they blow up

Twenty-three, we roll out of the way like
'Cause they know us
Sip ya drink, they pull up
Bitches smoke, they roll up
Up in the hood, ain't callin' us
Hit the streets, hit donuts
Saw the world and they go nuts
In the truck, they load up

Flam-flam-flam-flam-flammable
Flammable, swag, flammable
Flammable, flammable, swag, flammable
Flammable, flam-flam-flammable
Swag, flammable
Flammable, flammable, swag, flammable

My swag so flammable
'91, I attained what you ain't know, that's premium
Eric Day in my thang
Hell yeah, that's my name
I can count on my pain
I'm go-karting on my lane
I go hard, will not change

Holy fuck, them fine dames
Miss me with their mind games
I cash that, I came
And I cannot define the game
Honestly, I won't move bitches
Two bitches that do bitches
Treat the dick like food, bitches
The one in the air be like, ooh bitches

Right there I'm gon' prove bitches
I don't mean to be rude bitches
Don't take it wrong, be cool bitches
Yeah, I hate it, but who didn't
Stepped in, so I got a mate
So I won the chick with that Tyra Banks
Take her home, straight by her leg
With a line, damn, you dedicate that

Roll out their way like
'Cause they know us
Sip ya drink, they pull up
Bitches smoke, they roll up
Up in the hood, ain't callin' us
Hit the streets, hit donuts
Saw the world and they go nuts
In the truck, they load up

Flam-flam-flam-flam-flammable
Flammable, swag, flammable
Flammable, flammable, swag, flammable
Flammable, flam-flam-flammable
Swag, flammable
Flammable, flammable, swag, flammable