Blue Flag ft. Bankroll Boomer Lyrics

(Damn Jam, this shit a vibe)

(LF3 the gang you know we gon' let it bang, yeah yeah)

(Yeah)

(Yeahh)

(Uh)

(Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah)

(Love the way she blew that, designer poppin' new tags)

(Lil youngin' really wild with the shit, he got a blue flag)

Catch me steppin' with that fire

Got this glock all in my hands

Spin again we make sure that he dead

Then watch me do my dance

Plenty racks done made a fan

Turned his girl into a fan

Extension clip be poking out can't even fit inside my pants

I'm really him bitch thought you knew that

Designer poppin' new tags

Lil youngin' really wild with the shit, he got a blue flag

I like the way she blew that

On my jewels her eyes be glued at

Tryna take mine bet he gon' be inside that home where they be viewed at

Know we really gonna rock out no guitar don't make me mad

It's gon' be murder all around

Them boys really tote them flags

Said I was never one of them ones to go show out, don't like to brag

She see the way I got all these diamonds round my neck, done made a flash

I said cocaine white tee, got on that dope boy swag

Amiri jeans them pockets deep I'm stuffing cash

Purple maple codeine straight from the Canadians sipping syrup

He looking nervous, steady pillow talkin to his bitch no I ain't heard

(Like what he say)

Pussy bitch said he gon' take my life

And it's on sight

Load em' up we gonna ride tonight

Bitch said you gon' die

Bitch you must be dumb

Think you gon' talk down on the grave go head and try

You gon' end up on a shirt, we put him right up in the sky yeah

Catch me steppin' with that fire

Got this glock all in my hands

Spin again we make sure that he dead

Then watch me do my dance

Plenty racks done made a fan

Turned his girl into a fan

Extension clip be poking out can't even fit inside my pants

I'm really him bitch thought you knew that

Designer poppin' new tags

Lil youngin' really wild with the shit, he got a blue flag

I like the way she blew that

On my jewels her eyes be glued at

Tryna take mine bet he gon' be inside that home where they be viewed at

Forty-three the LF3 that YTG pack got me choking

What you say to your big homie

When that pressure get applied niggas turn into Jehovah's

Said I was but I'm from NOVA

Poppin' shit love for my billies double R hop in that rover, aye

Glock tote two pound pressure hope them boys get the message

You ain't really blue flaggin' we the ones that do the extra

Do em' dirty do em' treacherous

I got Quavi on the side, I just passed the Smith and Wesson

Aye

I said two steps back uh, one step forward

When I lean I do my dance niggas know how I'm moving

Aye, two steps back uh, one step forward

Who you with and what's your gang, if you don't bang we get to shooting

Catch me steppin' with that fire

Got this glock all in my hands

Spin again we make sure that he dead

Then watch me do my dance

Plenty racks done made a fan

Turned his girl into a fan

Extension clip be poking out can't even fit inside my pants

I'm really him bitch thought you knew that

Designer poppin' new tags

Lil youngin' really wild with the shit, he got a blue flag

I like the way she blew that

On my jewels her eyes be glued at

Tryna take mine bet he gon' be inside that home where they be viewed at

(Where he viewed at, youngin' really new that)

(Lil youngin' really wild, LF3 we got a blue flag)

(Blue flag, youngin' poppin' blew that)