Boldy James, Futurewave - Flag on the Play lyrics
[Boldy James, Futurewave - Flag on the Play lyrics]
Ayy, where we at? It's the Jackson
Ooh, my love what else?
They say you better safe than sorry
Don't get caught without it (For real)
I say you better late than
Never in my darkest hour (You know it)
I'ma be late to my own funeral procession
(That's real)
I couldn't live with myself if I was 6ix9ine
(I couldn't) made it out, skin of my tooth
In the nick of time
I get ecstatic every time the
Juice hit my line (Good drank)
Silver lining on the Glock
With the stepladder switch it to automatic
This bitch shoot like fifty times (Grrt)
In a matter of seconds
It'll shatter your vests
Shell casings all on the scene
You scattered in panic (Uh)
Left the 'spital, arm sling
Head wrapped in a bandage
For all his unpaid debts
That's collateral damage (Let's get it)
I don't mean to boast, I don't mean to brag
But I keep a ki' of coke, Ziploc freezer bag
(Uncut) blew a chalupa with my
Jeweler playin' freeze tag (Cha ching)
Real don chuly
Caught a million dollar bean bag (Blocks)
What else?
Still quarterbackin' plays on the east side
On the fly, runnin' routes like a screen pass
In the field, man down, flag on the play
(Ayy)
Stand down 'cause I know that bag on the way
(It's on)
Watchin' out for the blitz from the weak side
(Ayy) had to pull a couple skit's
When my peeps died (Doo doo doo)
In the field, man down, flag on the play
(You know it)
Stand down 'cause I know that bag on the way
Let's get it
Got that Blowjob Betty jackin' my fiends off
(yeah) down in K-Y Jelly
They call me Jack and the Beanstalk
(Blockworks)
Wish that my nigga Del was here, for him
I shed a tear (Delvin)
Poured out a case of Moët
And a fifth of Everclear (That's my nigga)
Why should I ever care?
Niggas wasn't ever there (Ayy)
Servin' niggas on a silver platter
Mr belvedere (What else?)
We went from piss poor
To slumdog millionaires (yeah)
Off pounds, pills, and
Birds, nouns, syllables, and verbs
In town 'til the third
Locked in towns and the 'burbs
Ghetto version of the Rothschilds
And the Bilderbergs (The mob)
227, La Familia, that's a lot of killers
Whole lot of gang shit, it's mafia
What else? (Gang, gang)
Creatures of the pavement
We don't rock with snitches (Nah)
Ain't gotta pay to take the hit
'll body you myself (Grrt)
Rose from the concrete with the black petals
Steppin' on that Bamm-Bamm, I
Had to smack Pebbles, let's get it
Still quarterbackin' plays on the east side
On the fly, runnin' routes like a screen pass
In the field, man down, flag on the play
Stand down 'cause I know that bag on the way
Watchin' out for the blitz from the weak side
Had to pull a couple skit's
When my peeps died
In the field, man down, flag on the play
Stand down 'cause I know that bag on the way
Let's get it
Ooh, my love what else?
They say you better safe than sorry
Don't get caught without it (For real)
I say you better late than
Never in my darkest hour (You know it)
I'ma be late to my own funeral procession
(That's real)
I couldn't live with myself if I was 6ix9ine
(I couldn't) made it out, skin of my tooth
In the nick of time
I get ecstatic every time the
Juice hit my line (Good drank)
Silver lining on the Glock
With the stepladder switch it to automatic
This bitch shoot like fifty times (Grrt)
In a matter of seconds
It'll shatter your vests
Shell casings all on the scene
You scattered in panic (Uh)
Left the 'spital, arm sling
Head wrapped in a bandage
For all his unpaid debts
That's collateral damage (Let's get it)
I don't mean to boast, I don't mean to brag
But I keep a ki' of coke, Ziploc freezer bag
(Uncut) blew a chalupa with my
Jeweler playin' freeze tag (Cha ching)
Real don chuly
Caught a million dollar bean bag (Blocks)
What else?
Still quarterbackin' plays on the east side
On the fly, runnin' routes like a screen pass
In the field, man down, flag on the play
(Ayy)
Stand down 'cause I know that bag on the way
(It's on)
Watchin' out for the blitz from the weak side
(Ayy) had to pull a couple skit's
When my peeps died (Doo doo doo)
In the field, man down, flag on the play
(You know it)
Stand down 'cause I know that bag on the way
Let's get it
Got that Blowjob Betty jackin' my fiends off
(yeah) down in K-Y Jelly
They call me Jack and the Beanstalk
(Blockworks)
Wish that my nigga Del was here, for him
I shed a tear (Delvin)
Poured out a case of Moët
And a fifth of Everclear (That's my nigga)
Why should I ever care?
Niggas wasn't ever there (Ayy)
Servin' niggas on a silver platter
Mr belvedere (What else?)
We went from piss poor
To slumdog millionaires (yeah)
Off pounds, pills, and
Birds, nouns, syllables, and verbs
In town 'til the third
Locked in towns and the 'burbs
Ghetto version of the Rothschilds
And the Bilderbergs (The mob)
227, La Familia, that's a lot of killers
Whole lot of gang shit, it's mafia
What else? (Gang, gang)
Creatures of the pavement
We don't rock with snitches (Nah)
Ain't gotta pay to take the hit
'll body you myself (Grrt)
Rose from the concrete with the black petals
Steppin' on that Bamm-Bamm, I
Had to smack Pebbles, let's get it
Still quarterbackin' plays on the east side
On the fly, runnin' routes like a screen pass
In the field, man down, flag on the play
Stand down 'cause I know that bag on the way
Watchin' out for the blitz from the weak side
Had to pull a couple skit's
When my peeps died
In the field, man down, flag on the play
Stand down 'cause I know that bag on the way
Let's get it