Pretender, Texako - Flash Lyrics

I hop out the whip then I'm gone yeah
Makin' it flip, now he drawn yeah
I got a bitch, on my arm yeah
I know you miss me when I'm doin' you wrong yeah
Whole lotta knots in the bag yeah
Need that fuck the tag yeah
Cuttin' out like I'm flash yeah
Fuckin' on her now he mad yeah
I'm puttin' in work, like a cheat code
I'm rockin' all Burberry ain't no Vlone
Your bitch want it nasty like I'm Rico
I'm blowin' out steam call it Nat Geo
In the back of the party sippin' on the same cup
Yeah all I see is people tryna change up
Fuck boy's thinkin' I'm tryna make up
Cuck boy if you got it then show sum
Got them racks on better show up
I'm in the booth and I'm goin' dumb
Yeah the whole bottle got my body numb
Yeah I'm countin' bread and he doin' nun
Everybody do it just to blow up
Yeah I'm killin' juice until I'm throwin' up
Imma keep recording til' I'm feelin' stuck
Yeah I'm plugged in and I'm goin' up
I hop out the whip then I'm gone yeah
Makin' it flip, now he drawn yeah
I got a bitch, on my arm yeah
I know you miss me when I'm doin' you wrong yeah
Whole lotta knots in the bag yeah
Need that fuck the tag yeah
Cuttin' out like I'm flash yeah
Fuckin' on her now he mad yeah
He beatin' on his bitch I know he mad
The ops chasin' me like it's tag
And I got that beam and I'm on they ass
And I'm sipping' that punch that shit that soft
That bit wanna fuck nigga I said soda
Handin' that bitch some molly water
She from the skreet nigga I don't know her
Oh
Choppa take a nigga soul today
Like a sunday he gotta pray that he very best
I know we can all get touched that's why I hop out bitch I rock the vest
Don't critique about this shit my nigga you don't got finesse
I hop out the whip then I'm gone yeah
Makin' it flip, now he drawn yeah
I got a bitch, on my arm yeah
I know you miss me when I'm doin' you wrong yeah
Whole lotta knots in the bag yeah
Need that fuck the tag yeah
Cuttin' out like I'm flash yeah
Fuckin' on her now he mad yeah

I hop out the whip then I'm gone yeah
Makin' it flip, now he drawn yeah
I got a bitch, on my arm yeah
I know you miss me when I'm doin' you wrong yeah
Whole lotta knots in the bag yeah
Need that fuck the tag yeah
Cuttin' out like I'm flash yeah
Fuckin' on her now he mad yeah
I'm puttin' in work, like a cheat code
I'm rockin' all Burberry ain't no Vlone
Your bitch want it nasty like I'm Rico
I'm blowin' out steam call it Nat Geo
In the back of the party sippin' on the same cup
Yeah all I see is people tryna change up
Fuck boy's thinkin' I'm tryna make up
Cuck boy if you got it then show sum
Got them racks on better show up
I'm in the booth and I'm goin' dumb
Yeah the whole bottle got my body numb
Yeah I'm countin' bread and he doin' nun
Everybody do it just to blow up
Yeah I'm killin' juice until I'm throwin' up
Imma keep recording til' I'm feelin' stuck
Yeah I'm plugged in and I'm goin' up
I hop out the whip then I'm gone yeah
Makin' it flip, now he drawn yeah
I got a bitch, on my arm yeah
I know you miss me when I'm doin' you wrong yeah
Whole lotta knots in the bag yeah
Need that fuck the tag yeah
Cuttin' out like I'm flash yeah
Fuckin' on her now he mad yeah
He beatin' on his bitch I know he mad
The ops chasin' me like it's tag
And I got that beam and I'm on they ass
And I'm sipping' that punch that shit that soft
That bit wanna fuck nigga I said soda
Handin' that bitch some molly water
She from the skreet nigga I don't know her
Oh
Choppa take a nigga soul today
Like a sunday he gotta pray that he very best
I know we can all get touched that's why I hop out bitch I rock the vest
Don't critique about this shit my nigga you don't got finesse
I hop out the whip then I'm gone yeah
Makin' it flip, now he drawn yeah
I got a bitch, on my arm yeah
I know you miss me when I'm doin' you wrong yeah
Whole lotta knots in the bag yeah
Need that fuck the tag yeah
Cuttin' out like I'm flash yeah
Fuckin' on her now he mad yeah