Fligga - Situations (feat. Flee Lord & Stargiela)

Fligga
Uh, them situations got us situated
I brought my own food cause I ain't half a waiter
They ain't show me how to get it but they demonstrate it
Like, like the fiends love it more when you refrigerated
Patience, it's virtual but it ain't right there curfew
And this is for my felons that sneak out after curfew
And I'm applying pressure on rappers until they purple
Only loyalty in my circle, fake love will hurt you trust
In my 38 Spec voice
And whip it right cause too much soda it'll leave it moist
Hustling just to get by but we ain't have a choice
Either you get it or you don't know
You ain't cooking then you booking nigga
I'm chasing bread keep it pushing nigga
We do a big king of Brooklyn nigga
Love without a limit how you timid if you winning
If you got it then you spend it
They don't love you when you frail but then you pop out with the spinach nigga
You get the muscle for the right price they'll pluck you
Keep a shooter on speed dial
They'll leave you in a wood tipped casket like a blackened mountain
They don't love you when you wild and they respect the violence

Yeah, the Lord Mobb gold mold
Slow flow ice cold like a snow cone
Flee, I'm in the cab with the blick
Blowing half on the zip
Sharing laughs with your bitch
Threw inside the window make you crash on the strip
Took your chain and your cane
Then I passed off the grip
Flea and Fligga Season pitch bricks
My niggas sleep with switch whips
Polly for my cheddar pockets
Broly like it's Mega
Party with whoever drop a body
Under pressure we like links on a chain
When you stink we remain
Wearing links on the plane
Couple drinks blowing flames

I played the bat for a minute now I'm frontin
I was off track but I'm winning now it's nothing
I'm not saying I'm the coach just play your position
Then again niggas too broke to be paying attention
Smoking weed on the phone with my PO
You cross me I'm at your home off the T-Low
A rap nigga nightmare
Same spot I hustle they would clap niggas right there
And I'm acting like it's light here
This call for different measures I'm getting a ruler
Texting Ricky the jeweler I'ma get me that muler
These niggas be stupid
I can tell they try to do what I do
But I can't tell you what niggas be doing
She said she thought we was masons how niggas be moving
I told her they ain't got no patience why niggas be losing
Give me three months I have it busting out the safe
She front now I fuck later have her jumping out the wraith
They respect the hood I'm from cause nothing bout it's safe
Hold your head cause the D's was just jumping out today

Written by:
FLEE LORD, JOHN DOZIER, ROBERT REID

Publisher:
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