YSW Flaco - Memorandum Lyrics

[Intro]Gang gangFlac kickin' shit, manYeahAyy[Verse]Bitch, I got trap fashionI can serve you a zip in my memorandumShe diggin' my dribble, bitch, I got handlesI won in the trap, bitch, I trap manualYou smell it on me, how can I handle you?I'm always scorin', your shit be annualHop out and jack son, like his name was SamuelAfro Samurai, kickin' like SamuelBlue came in, that shit turnin' pinkIf you get the memo you won't even speakYou is not juggin', you broke, you a leechA nigga ran up, hit him down, watch him leakI'm in the pavement, I'm stuck in the streetMade my first sale before 13Showed his true colors, I knew he was greenIf it ain't 'bout green, I let the phone ringAsk me what I'm doin', I'm keepin' it GStandin' on ten, that's why I got feetBitch from Atlanta, ass fat like a peachBefore she get me, she gotta get the teamServin' the auntie shit, don't need to freezeRun through that work, that shit was a breezeIt went with the wind, you ain't even see itNow that I'm winnin', she say, "I can see it"Beat up the pussy, she feelin' she need meMade me feel special, never knew I was neededBetter tighten up every time it's switch seasonYou ain't usin' your iron, I still see your creasesHe ain't know it was a dummy, should've seen him, he was geekin' skrrt, I'll block your number and delete itThey askin' me, "Flac, what you want for a feature?"Trap still jumpin', give a fuck 'bout a featureGang