Flava
[Chorus]
I’m in Portland like a Blazer
Bitch I’m balling like a Laker
Red diamonds like tomatoes
Middle finger to the haters
I’m the sauce in the pot
Put a hole in you like bagel
Boy I’m living on the scale
I could teach you ‘bout the flavor
Flavor, flavor, flavor, flavor
Flavor, flavor, I be dripping sauce on ‘em
Flavor, flavor, flavor, flavor
Flavor, flavor, I be dripping sauce on ‘em

[Verse 1]
I can whip it like a chef
Ferragamo on my belt
Oh these niggas looking sick
Hating bad for your health
Born in 99 80
Flow bunking, so brazy
Boy you ballin’ on a budget
Why you acting like you made it?
Drop the top on the coupe
Pour a deuce in the juice
I’m hot, chicken noodle soup
You cock-a-doodle-doo
Glock poppin’, I’ma shoot
SL, I’m in the Lou
Fuckin’ bad bitches in the room
Real niggas I salute
[Chorus]
I’m in Portland like a Blazer
Bitch I’m balling like a Laker
Red diamonds like tomatoes
Middle finger to the haters
I’m the sauce in the pot
Put a hole in you like bagel
Boy I’m living on the scale
I could teach you ‘bout the flavor
Flavor, flavor, flavor, flavor
Flavor, flavor, I be dripping sauce on ‘em
Flavor, flavor, flavor, flavor
Flavor, flavor, I be dripping sauce on ‘em

[Verse 2]
I be really goin’ ham
PC Tweezy on the ‘gram
Ran off with thirty bands
Dab on ‘em, do the Cam
Dab on ‘em, do the Cam
Cartier frames nasty
Y3’s, long white tee
Balmain jeans, you ain’t got these
I’m the boss and on the stage
Fur mink with the J’s
Men blaze on the stage
Too much flavor on the stage
Freestyle like the DJ
[?] make ‘em feel me
Real niggas want a verse from me
All these pussy niggas want to kill me
[Chorus]
I’m in Portland like a Blazer
Bitch I’m balling like a Laker
Red diamonds like tomatoes
Middle finger to the haters
I’m the sauce in the pot
Put a hole in you like bagel
Boy I’m living on the scale
I could teach you ‘bout the flavor
Flavor, flavor, flavor, flavor
Flavor, flavor, I be dripping sauce on ‘em
Flavor, flavor, flavor, flavor
Flavor, flavor, I be dripping sauce on ‘em

[Verse 3]
Florida boy like a Gator
At the Heat game eating gator
I can serve you like a waiter
Oklahoma love me like I’m Waiters
Bitches tryna have my baby
Niggas ask me for a favor
The radio ain’t want to play me
Now they checking out my flavor
Rolex with the bracelet
Dussé, never chase it
You broke nigga, face it
Finish line, I done made it
Throwing money, getting wasted
The 500 with the waitress
Why you all up in the Kool-Aid
And you ain’t even know the flavor
[Chorus]
I’m in Portland like a Blazer
Bitch I’m balling like a Laker
Red diamonds like tomatoes
Middle finger to the haters
I’m the sauce in the pot
Put a hole in you like bagel
Boy I’m living on the scale
I could teach you ‘bout the flavor
Flavor, flavor, flavor, flavor
Flavor, flavor, I be dripping sauce on ‘em
Flavor, flavor, flavor, flavor
Flavor, flavor, I be dripping sauce on ‘em

[Outro]
Dab on ‘em, do the Cam
Dab on ‘em, do the Cam
Dab on ‘em, do the Cam