ON FLEEK by Kataem Lyrics
Even at my worse man i'm still on fleek
Doing numbers with my crew got my brain on geek
That girl looking like a chooser tell her stay from me
‘less she a top notch tutor put that brain on me
Ain't got no chains on me, it ain't the same on me
So i dont choose it, you losers still act like slaves homie
I got that bank on me, rollin a lil bit of stank on me
Why is yo bae on me, shooting my shot you ain't play goalie
I got her kicking up right a my crib, thats why you stay lonely
I know you looking at me like i lift cause all of this weight on me
Cause i got high grade on me
Take a shot then fade, kobe
Dog that chick like fido, got her hitting high notes can't stay lowkey
Don't need big face roleys, tell the plug i need more Ps| Make sure its shipped over seas just the way its suppose to be| and supposedly they be knowing me so they pose with me| automatic bad vibe socially| killing competition that be close to me| too hot, got bread, that toast to me| all my enemies at the toes of me| man i stay driven no chauffeuring and my flow coke you might over dose on me| that boy flex but he owing me| ain't nobody getting more loans from me| and i mean it| i dont need to get vexed, imma leave it| cause i got more checks believe it| man these guys changed up all seasons| and i swear these hoes need jesus| had to kill it on cam she grieving| like why in the hell you screaming| finna bust zip it up, then I’m leaving| green eyes like insidious demons| cause of all this dope I’m seeing| prolly higher than fiends in the region|
Even at my worse man I’m still on fleek
Doing numbers with my crew got my brain on geek
That girl a little eater, she tryna taste on me
Somebody get these rappers ‘fore i rampage on beats
Yeah, imma be up in my bag till budgets at the max
Fill up a flask, sit up in a jag
Buy me a rifle, aim it at yo mans
Aim at his vitals, watch him do the dash
She in the past, i ain't gon relapse
Im tryna win, why would i relax
Im finna grin, i feel like the man
I hit a spliff, OG in my pack
Why is this chick on me like a tatt
She throw it my way i ain't try and catch
Ended with saliva on my lap
Thats that, told her get a rag
There ain't a chance I’m running out of racks for real
Im with the clan for real
Tryna devise a plan for mills
Yo baby mami skilled
She in my phone as Shaq she kneels
Don’t even have to kill
Rappers gon die off of xanax pills
Okay i have to chill
Grab me a pack with the gas in the seal
I got the munchies now give me rappers on a platter in seconds i’ll ask for the bill
Give her banana then peal
She treating me like a happy meal
Man don’t even give katt a deal
All of these people inventing wheels
The plug was driving a Mazda
Flew out then i switched plugs so I’m guessing that I’m an adapter
End game for yo essé so I’m guessing that i am the master
With yo girl, tried a new position now she needing a chiropractor
Prolly try again after
I got gas and the rock’s in my drip, no state of matter
And they say i out the laughter
Up in manslaughter
Way i be killin they damn daughters
Hit a damn daughters
Hit a damn imposter with a black impala
While he’s crippled imma jack his prada
Call an officer and probably pop my collar
Stop boy, this a damn foster
Im yo damn father better act proper
Doing numbers with my crew got my brain on geek
That girl looking like a chooser tell her stay from me
‘less she a top notch tutor put that brain on me
Ain't got no chains on me, it ain't the same on me
So i dont choose it, you losers still act like slaves homie
I got that bank on me, rollin a lil bit of stank on me
Why is yo bae on me, shooting my shot you ain't play goalie
I got her kicking up right a my crib, thats why you stay lonely
I know you looking at me like i lift cause all of this weight on me
Cause i got high grade on me
Take a shot then fade, kobe
Dog that chick like fido, got her hitting high notes can't stay lowkey
Don't need big face roleys, tell the plug i need more Ps| Make sure its shipped over seas just the way its suppose to be| and supposedly they be knowing me so they pose with me| automatic bad vibe socially| killing competition that be close to me| too hot, got bread, that toast to me| all my enemies at the toes of me| man i stay driven no chauffeuring and my flow coke you might over dose on me| that boy flex but he owing me| ain't nobody getting more loans from me| and i mean it| i dont need to get vexed, imma leave it| cause i got more checks believe it| man these guys changed up all seasons| and i swear these hoes need jesus| had to kill it on cam she grieving| like why in the hell you screaming| finna bust zip it up, then I’m leaving| green eyes like insidious demons| cause of all this dope I’m seeing| prolly higher than fiends in the region|
Even at my worse man I’m still on fleek
Doing numbers with my crew got my brain on geek
That girl a little eater, she tryna taste on me
Somebody get these rappers ‘fore i rampage on beats
Yeah, imma be up in my bag till budgets at the max
Fill up a flask, sit up in a jag
Buy me a rifle, aim it at yo mans
Aim at his vitals, watch him do the dash
She in the past, i ain't gon relapse
Im tryna win, why would i relax
Im finna grin, i feel like the man
I hit a spliff, OG in my pack
Why is this chick on me like a tatt
She throw it my way i ain't try and catch
Ended with saliva on my lap
Thats that, told her get a rag
There ain't a chance I’m running out of racks for real
Im with the clan for real
Tryna devise a plan for mills
Yo baby mami skilled
She in my phone as Shaq she kneels
Don’t even have to kill
Rappers gon die off of xanax pills
Okay i have to chill
Grab me a pack with the gas in the seal
I got the munchies now give me rappers on a platter in seconds i’ll ask for the bill
Give her banana then peal
She treating me like a happy meal
Man don’t even give katt a deal
All of these people inventing wheels
The plug was driving a Mazda
Flew out then i switched plugs so I’m guessing that I’m an adapter
End game for yo essé so I’m guessing that i am the master
With yo girl, tried a new position now she needing a chiropractor
Prolly try again after
I got gas and the rock’s in my drip, no state of matter
And they say i out the laughter
Up in manslaughter
Way i be killin they damn daughters
Hit a damn daughters
Hit a damn imposter with a black impala
While he’s crippled imma jack his prada
Call an officer and probably pop my collar
Stop boy, this a damn foster
Im yo damn father better act proper