Flea Flicka

Kiss my pendant
Point to the sky
And swing like Sammy
My gold skin like
Who the f*ck want a Grammy?
Put my bullshit in a box
And let it burn like candles
Tryna f*ck Meagan Goode and Meagan Fox on camera
My b*tch watch Scandal
And your b*tch so scandalous
300 for the kicks
Like Jesus wore sandals
But f*ck it, I want the pounds
But f*ck it, I want Phantoms
Like f*ck it, Ima be famous
Like f*ck it, Im a phantom , ayy
They say I want the cheese, yeah
They say I want the cheese
Baby shoot for the stars
Thats lemon squeeze
Yeah, you got a lot
Now lemme squeeze, ayy
You want me...
I want you and I want her
Baby girl, thats three, yeah
I pull up from like 40
Baby girl, thats three
Im like Dezel in the Glory, ayy
Can I see them brown eyes through them Cartiers?
Had to break the b*tches up just like Jerry S
Told em put me on the logo
Just like Jerry West
Yeah Im a f*ckin idol
Just like Ryan Seacrest
Me and shawty cut then
She had a C-section
Sometimes I feel like theyre itching to throw them clamps on me
Hit em with the flea flicker, not scratch on me
I added everything up and had to subtract homies
Facts only
Measured success and cooked from scratch
Woah lil shawty curvy , pussy on Kirby
I couldnt pass on it
Heard they know my name here to Berlin
She threw that ass on me
Ben and Jerry, young n*gga servin
She threw that ass on me
Her partner textin her mad cause she in the back, lonely
Told her it take two to do bidness but three a damn company
Plus I got enough of this dick to make a new damn country
I done had enough of this shit so back to the damn money
Smino why the f*ck you be playin?
You know your ass love me
Said I want the cheese
Grilled up when I cheese
Yanno I gotta find the parmesan
And long for the provolone
Cause when that feta on my fingertips
I feel like Im the goat
Locked in n*ggas, be locked in the f*ckin studio
She on my digits tryna plan a visit
Make it congical
You want me...
You want me...
You want me...
You want me...