YSR Gramz, Since99 - Flavors lyrics

Said she wanna slide, give me 10 minutes
I got diamonds in my cum, man I can't finish
Said she wanna slide, give me 10 minutes
I got diamonds in my-
Bitch, you thirsty, TakeASip

Bitch, I'm the rap game Johnny Bravo
Bitch, I'm in a Hellcat, you come in Tahoe
He been lurking in my page
Won't like or follow
When I'm leaning off the drank
I'm Sleepy Hollow
He got caught up in a jam, need co-defendants
He 27 years old, still file dependent
Hit up Hunch for a chain, I need my pendant
Hit 'em with a Curry slide
They can't defend it
I've been known to never break
Can't fold or bend it
You a whole damn bust, you Dragan Bender
High as hell on 94, I wrecked my fender
You sweet as a bitch like a pack of Splenda
Damn, what can you bring to the table?
Steady talking all that cap
He dabble with fables
You need 16 bars, I'm willing and able
Yeah I'm smoking on the Larry
Ain't talking no cable

I remember I ain't even have no cable
The rap game so easy, now a nigga stable
If I pull a Glock out, can't nobody save you
Finesse you for your money, you a fool
Like we up in fuck a deal, walk in label
Kick over tables
I put a hole in a nigga like a fucking bagel
I be talking to my nigga, Gabe
"How you let 'em take you?"
When I got my FN on me, man I'm feeling safe
I kick down a nigga door
Tell me where your safe is
Raw dog in a doonie, I ain't even use a latex
Are you with your boyfriend?
99 sent the safe text
I fucked her the first night
You had to wait for sex
I was 16 years old, I was playing with Tecs
My little nigga, Referee, hit him with a Tec
Have you ever seen a Five-Seven
Go through a vest?
I hit him with an ugly shot
Shot him in his neck
Niggas out here taking Percocets
When them bitches pressed
You can see it in a nigga
Face that he really stressed

I been jugging frat boys for pints of Jaeger
Remember days I was cheating and using Slater
Now I got me a connect, reside in Decatur
Pack-a-Punch with this shit
It came with a tazer
I just bought a new Glock 40
It came with a lazer
I gave my little cousin 6 thousand
I'm all out of favors
You ain't no shooter, lil dude
You Derrick Favors
Bitch said she need her hair done
We gon' do it later
In LA, kicking shit like David Akers
I can't even help it, damn
I came from Quakers
I've been serving all them pies
I need a baker
I'ma make the chop sing, Anita Baker
Your girl tryna eat me like an alligator
Put a hole in a nigga, he a Lifesaver
I can tell you're really broke
Don't like paper
We've been whipping fast cars
You riding Maters
When I get my rap deal, I'ma buy some acres
I just gave a hundred dollars
To a fucking waiter
Rolling up in Indiana, I'm smoking Pacers
Put a Rollie in my chain, I came with flavors
Damn

Put a Rollie in my chain, I came with flavors
Damn
When I get my rap deal, I'ma buy some acres
We've been whipping fast cars
You riding Mators