Lite Fortunato, Taliban - PhD Flow lyrics

You claim that you flexin' I
Know that's a lie
That chain on your neck is not real I can spy
I walk in my town and you know I'm that guy
You workin' a 9 to 5 cookin' up fries
Backwood and cookie my nigga I'm fried
If I told you I love you lil' baby I lied
If I'm not gettin' money my nigga I'd die
That chain is not yours give
It back to that guy
I hop in that foreign I put it in drive
Bitch you ain't fuckin' then why you alive
Cartier frames sit on my eyes
I need me a light skin bitch with some thighs
I keep me a drum like chicken and thighs
You not flexin' boy you work at popeyes
Your ass is a burger you work at five guys
I get better with time I feel like I'm wine
Good shots at you neck your
Arm and your spine
Call Tony Hawk cuz' I been on my grind
I need a Pt what the fuck is a line
I don't fuck with nickles I only hit dimes

I been through some shit you
Can see in my eyes
I only tell truth I do not tell no lies
These niggas is fake they all in disguise
If I'm in the field then Imma get mine
Was all in my head and all in my mind
Till I got up and got on my grind
Can't tell me shit I'm one of a kind
I fucked on your bitch and turned her to mine
I'm really ahead yall niggas behind
Diamonds on me you see that they shine
I'm shootin' headshots between both
Of your eyes
I'm seein' the future seein' the signs
I been gettin' money since I was like nine
I'm tellin' the truth you can
Tell I ain't lyin'
If I was in the jungle I would be a lion
To tell you the truth I'm ahead of my time

Me and Taliban like Matt and Jeff Hardy
I snuck my pistol inside of the party
That nigga a pussy he'll fold in a heartbeat
My sneakers is bloody I feel like I'm Cardi
My chain got more colors than the game sorry
And I got guns just like it's the army
I dare a lil' pussy nigga try to harm me
This bih' wanna' suck me up
Right in the morning
I hit it from the back while I'm recording
2 223's boy I'm not Jordan
Trap out the wolf and my
Shoe lace too foreign
I keep a K in the back pack
Fuckin' these bitches I got em' off snapchat
Missiles I'm sendin' shots right
At your snapback
You do not got that my nigga you cap that
Put a bag on your face now you a rap snack
Run through these hoes I feel
Like I'm a half back
Boy I'm the plug you could
Get it for half that
Run through the cheese I feel
Like I'm a lab rat
Taliban, ban man, gang gang
We-we be in the jungle like Orangatangs
Used to watch Tom and Jerry on Boomerang
Chain blang watch how the chain hang

Me and Taliban like Matt and Jeff Hardy
Me and Taliban like Matt and Jeff Hardy
Me and Taliban like Matt and Jeff Hardy
Me and Taliban like Matt and Jeff Hardy