Intro (Flava)

[Hook] I'm sippin' lean I like the flavor Do me a favor, count this paper I see you later And all my bitches come in flavors, yeah different flavors We independent, but we major I swear we major And all my money come in flavors, yeah different flavors Do me this favor, count this paper Love countin' paper, yeah that's my favorite And your bitch, she love my flavor She like my flavor, that's my flavor And I'm smokin' OG, that's my favorite flavor [Verse] Your bitch she on my line she like my flavor I got a old-school trap game, hit my pager Couple shots and I swear they change your flavor 30 shot Glock I shoot bitch, that's my favorite And the plug he hit my line I hit the trap, bitch that's my favorite Run around, whippin' work all in the kitchen, know the Marley man get impatient Can't miss a P, on every door knocked on, the Marley man servin' them patients Got truckloads, carloads, whatever you need ain't no need for waitin' So what's your flavor, tell me what's your flavor In the trap I whip them [?], turn birds to babies OZ with that shit and I'm OG crazy And I only thank God and thanks to the people that made me And thanks to the trap and thanks to the money and thanks to myself for the savings And thanks to the weed and thanks to the lean, that Ac shit that's my favorite And thanks to the trap and thanks to the money and thanks to myself for the And thanks to the weed and thanks to the lean, that Ac my favorite flavor [Hook]