"I'm not even gonna lie to you five
It's that time, you feel me?
Niggas playin' like shit sweet
Wipe them tears, ain't nobody gon' give a fuck about them tears you cryin' on Crip Street
Your brother ain't never comin' back, this the trenches homie
You better thug it out
Here, take this
Ain't no safety on that bitch, don't fuck around with that trigger
Unless you finna put somethin' in the dirt
I know where them p***y ass niggas stay
You ready to slide, cuh?" (Grrt)
Neighbors need no favors (neighbors)
Ends need no friends (friends)
Six times ten, with a S on the end (S)
Hopped off in a coupe (huh)
Skrrt off in a Benz
I don't do pretend, I don't do pretend (huh)
Got the .40 in my draws
No army, but we tooled up like we 'bout to go to war (we 'bout to go to war)
If you try me, got the tommy, and we knockin' at your door (we knockin')
Tryna line me, come and find me, gon' be demons at your door (grrt, baow)
Come take a trip to the Flossy (Flossy)
Woos do it better, stack your cheddar, get 'em off me
But you can never say a nigga like me big cheese
Most niggas talk that hot shit then go call the police (ayy, nah, nah, nah)
Come take a trip to the Flossy (Flossy)
Woos do it better, stack your cheddar, get 'em off me
But you can never say a nigga like me big cheese
Most niggas talk that hot shit then go call the police (ayy-ayy, ayy, ah)
I keep Nina, and guarantee drama time, I'ma squeezer
Smoking trees with a bad bitch, Katrina
Overseas, and she wetter than Katrina
Light skin, ass fat, I wanna beat up
Baby girl a treesha, step up in the spot, this thirty shot, it got a beamer
I could never be the same, change the game and I done changed the lane
Stupid nigga why you playin' I said
8anditt with me keep it, he gon' pop
Thirty in the duffle, got the deuce-five in my sock (grrah)
I seen the fake in niggas when they told me they was tough (yeah, they was tough)
The Woos in control, I can't make this shit up (no, I can't make that shit up)
Come take a trip to the Flossy (Flossy)
Woos do it better, stack your cheddar, get 'em off me
But you can never say a nigga like me big cheese
Most niggas talk that hot shit then go call the police (ayy, nah, nah, nah)
Come take a trip to the Flossy (Flossy)
Woos do it better, stack your cheddar, get 'em off me
But you can never say a nigga like me big cheese
Most niggas talk that hot shit then go call the police (ayy-ayy, ayy, ah)
Welcome to the Flossy, uh, uh, uh
To, to the Flossy, yeah, yeah, yeah
Welcome to the Flossy, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, oh, oh-oh-oh-oh, yeah, yeah, oh, oh
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Floss State of Mind - Dusty Locane
