Flagellum lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
637, oh

[Chorus]
Waiting on the edge for your love, holding onto you, but I give too much
Sorry for all the f*ck-ups, I'm so f*cked up
But all I need is your touch
Smokin' on the Mary Jane all night, wonder if you see the world through my eyes
It's a fine line between truth and lies
My heart on my sleeve, while yours in disguise

[Post-Chorus]
I give you my all, you give me like sh*t
I'm f*ckin' these hoes while she grabs my stick
And she wants to pose for a pic
Can't trust these hoes, that's it
That's why I stay drippin' in this Margiela
She knows I love her but I'll nеver tell her
I might go dog on that b*tch likе Old Yeller
I nut in her mouth, she gon' taste the flagella (For real)

[Verse 1]
Yeah, nut up in her mouth, she gon' taste it (Yeah)
Studio L.A., used to cook up in the basement (Goddamn)
Now n*ggas on my di*k for a placement
You ain't got the talent, n*gga, you should really face it
You be out of bounds, n*gga, you be on that lame sh*t
You should learn to drip like me
Got diamonds my wrist, drippin' just like the sea
Walkin' out of Saks Fifth with a new Moncler tee
Got yo' b*tch on my di*k and she suckin' for free
She gon' treat me like God 'cause she's all on her knees
And I think that's it's odd I'm who they wanna be
I'm gon' escape to Boca or somewhere serene
I've been drippin' in sauce, ain't talkin' Mousseline
To my music, they nodding like they off a bean
And yo' b*tch she gave noggin, pass her to the team
Promise that loves never what it seems
[Chorus]
Waiting on the edge for your love, holding onto you, but I give too much
Sorry for all the f*ck-ups, I'm so f*cked up
But all I need is your touch
Smokin' on the Mary Jane all night, wonder if you see the world through my eyes
It's a fine line between truth and lies
My heart on my sleeve, while yours in disguise

[Post-Chorus]
I give you my all, you give me like sh*t
I'm f*ckin' these hoes while she grabs my stick
And she wants to pose for a pic
Can't trust these hoes, that's it
That's why I stay drippin' in this Margiela
She knows I love her but I'll never tell her
I might go dog on that b*tch like Old Yeller
I nut in her mouth, she gon' taste the flagella (For real)

[Verse 2]
On the climb, you can witness this
Bad b*tch on me like a Fitbit, b*tch
She gon' suck my di*k like a damn throat kiss
She gon' ride me like a car, no Ford Focus
Hella drip on my body, they finna notice this (Notice this sh*t)
Hella opps, they want smoke, and yeah, they all gon' miss (For real)
My gun came with a scope and when I shoot, it hits (Bang)
My gun proactive, pop these zits (Pop)
I've been stealing hella bread from the white man
My Glock proactive, skin plan (Bow)
Heater on my hip, make you tan (Yeah, yeah)
f*cked her once, never again (Yeah, yeah)
No Lil Yachty, these hoes get one night (Yeah, for real)
Steady sippin' on Bacardi on my private flight (Yeah, for real)
Know that b*tch be gettin' naughty when she see Off-White (Yeah, for real)
But no, I don't wanna f*ck, that ho' too uptight (Yeah, for real)
[Chorus]
Waiting on the edge for your love, holding onto you, but I give too much
Sorry for all the f*ck-ups, I'm so f*cked up
But all I need is your touch
Smokin' on the Mary Jane all night, wonder if you see the world through my eyes
It's a fine line between truth and lies
My heart on my sleeve, while yours in disguise

[Post-Chorus]
I give you my all, you give me like sh*t
I'm f*ckin' these hoes while she grabs my stick
And she wants to pose for a pic
Can't trust these hoes, that's it
That's why I stay drippin' in this Margiela
She knows I love her but I'll never tell her
I might go dog on that b*tch like Old Yeller
I nut in her mouth, she gon' taste the flagella (For real)