Bitches & Flowers

[Intro]
DJ Critique: You're just not lit enough bruh
Johnny Sam: Really? Who is?
DJ Critique: Wifi, Slump, Pump—
Johnny Sam: Bruh—bruh you know I'm on a different level
DJ Fuxalot: Ayyyyy this is 102.Slob on my Knob and on today's broadcast we got some smooth jams so kick back and be easy
DJ Critique: Uhhh you gotta prove it
Johnny Sam: I will—I will
DJ Critique: Alright let's see…we're listening
Johnny: Alright

[Hook]
Skating my way down through New Orleans
Stopped to smell flowers in your garden
I just came to ask for your pardon
Do anything if I was your darling once again
Skating my way down through New Orleans
Stopped to smell flowers in your garden
I just came to ask for your pardon
Do anything if I was your darling once again

[Verse 1]
And they don't got a motherfucking on me
I guess I got away with all these bags full of money
I got a way with the words words and I hang with worst
Shit but if I die today I'ma bang in the hearse, don't care bout a curse
Fuck these bitches. I'm high not superstitious
I'm hardly religious I'm on that wiz Khalifa shit 
See you don't gotta know my name
I got diamonds in my chain
I got bitches on the range
They just tryna make some change yeah
Put them back on the road
Said don't come back ‘less you sold
I guess it's home or the cold
I'm not a pimp she pays me rent and gives massages 
I want thirty car garages, vacations to the tropics
An island with no laws I'll kill a man to stop the violence I got--
Well that'd be kind of fucked up cuz then I'd—
Wait let me think about while I'm

[Hook]
Skating my way down through New Orleans
Stopped to smell flowers in your garden
I just came to ask for your pardon
Do anything if I was your darling once again
(What if I told you I was sorry?)
Skating my way down through New Orleans
Stopped to smell flowers in your garden (baby)
I just came to ask for your pardon
Do anything if I was your darling once again

[Verse 2]
A fetish with the haters, a fetish for distrust
These one dimensional niggas just parrot words the buzz
They claiming they stay the same, fuck that, I grow and I change
You nothing but cliché, you black or white, I'm grey
I can see the future
She gon' hear my music
She gon' want me back and I'm gon' want her too
But I can't take her back, cuz it won't have nothing to do
With your boy, it'll be about the fame and the money
I'm no dummy, get up off me. Why u bitter, why you coffee?
No more talking, you appalling, stone walling, no more stalling
Bitch I'm busy, always balling and I hear my boys is calling like
(Fuck dat bitch, fuck dat bitch, fuck dat bitch, fuck dat bitch)

[New Hook]
Fuck dat bitch, we so rich, we got diamonds in our chains
Fucking bitches all because we got a dollar to our name
Fucking bitches in the bathroom we don't care about no shame
And if you don't play the game, why the fuck you even came ho
Fuck dat bitch, we so rich, we got diamonds in our chains
Fucking bitches all because we got a dollar to our name
Fucking bitches in the bathroom we don't care about no shame
And if you don't play the game, why the fuck you even came ho

[Bridge]
I beg on your pardon
I been smoking the garden
Rolling all through New Orleans
You know you're my darling, darling

[Outro]
Guess that's how it goes, a new day, a new bitch
A rose to the old ho's for playing with the kid
But keep buku bouquets for the graves of who snitch
Only thing I commit to is staying with the shits yeah

[Outro 2]
DJ Critique: 6 out of 10
DJ Fuxalot: …bruhhhhhh
Johnny Sam: …what the fuck?? How you still on air??
DJ Critique: Cuz I'ma savage…?
DJ Fuxalot: lmao
Johnny Sam: No you deaf
DJ Critique: Can I have my opinion?
Johnny Sam: No
DJ Critique: Lol yeahhhhh