Flizzity Fluent - Celebratory Cigars

Celebratory cigars, living life fast cars
Tryna make it to Mars, straight off of them bars
Phones fully charged, now it's time to go hard
Don't fuck with me on God, we pulling up in a Dodge
Goose filling up this glass it's a celebration
The type of feeling you be getting on a fresh occasion
I be running this game, another level taken
So why you hating? Got no time for your jealous rages
This not a fucking hobby, put it in my job description
To new Rolex's, from no pot to piss in
Words coming to me, but you know your phonics missing
Don't meet the fucking role, it's funny 'cause I'm Godly gifted
Expectations I be breaking on a different planet
Ain't made a mill yet, gotta get it how I planned it
These guys getting recognition from me, I can't stand it
The vessel of success, Fluent the fucking captain manned it
This the finish, this the outro, this my cast-off
I'll let your body drop, if you live don't take the cast off
You kids is so pussy, I swear it's something past soft
I can see your future, I don't gotta take the mask off
Selling features for top dollar, I'm a top shotta
I can hit a lick or I can go and fuck your hot momma
I'm undefeated, 'cause who the fuck gon' stop Mamba
Stressed so I'm smoking, another chapter in the pot saga
Play count is climbing up I be hitting numbers
Thirty-five K track, went and set the tone for summer
Never count me (You) know I'll have you fucking looking dumber
Wake the fuck up, before I take you out your fucking slumber
Before I go, y'all better build me statues
Crybaby, Fluent baby, better get the tattoo
I can teach, smoke, fuck your bitch, and I can rap too
But your shit-talking don't even put me in a bad mood
Because I know myself, yup I know me
Opinions from these sheep, things the goat just don't need
I'm the OG, I hope you see it mom
Thousands of plays clocking in down in Vietnam
FKA coming up, I take 'em across the map
Your bitch got baggage chilling in her laundry sack
Y'all claiming GOAT status, but you know you hardly rap
Playing with your feelings (You) know I'll never leave your heart in tact
And I know, I'm as cocky as it gets
You can say what you wanna, but I know I'm not a bitch
The bad guy role on me, it kinda fits
Your now talking shit 'cause my music's climbing dig
Look, you make it to track sixteen, I give you big thanks
Supporting me at all times, go and build my big bank
I don't hear the hate, I don't care what these kids say
Rattling off shots, all these others only spit blanks

Written by:
Drew Panaski

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