Fredo – Flower & The Snow Lyrics

Flower & The Snow Lyrics

[Chorus]
Yeah, by the hours, it will go (Go)
We got loud and we got powder, call it flowers and the snow (Snow)
If he ain’t the gang, I won’t allow him to my show (No)
I just got a new shooter and I found him in the zones
Yeah, my rich bitch won’t let me pay all the time
Why she moving like Nines? Yo, she got way too much pride
I’ve been hitting rappers’ baby mothers way too much times
Yo, they hate how I got money, but won’t pay them no mind, nah

[Verse 1]
Yo, it’s flowers and the snow, or snow and the flowers (Flowers)
By the hours, it will go, or it can go in a hour
One time, I tried and hit a lick, he wouldn’t show me thе powder
‘Til I took it off my hip and I showed him the powеr (Yeah)
Nah, I can’t hear you ’cause the weed I’m smoking is louder
Yeah, I’m always in the garden, never growing a flower
You can catch me in the kitchen mixing yola with flower
Yo, it’s sweet how we’re living, now the olders are sour
Yeah, we came a long way from stolen peds
I just took a don’s bae, now I’m getting stolen head (Stolen head)
A hundred thousand for the silver and gold Patek
One of you tired niggas go try it and you’ll go to bed (Shh)
You can catch man speeding in the beamer (Beamer)
Bro just hit a yout up, he’s a demon with the beater (Beater)
Now they tryna swap it for the nina with the nina (Huh)
When it comes to rappin’, no, there isn’t any realer
I’m PG for life (Life)

[Chorus]
Yeah, by the hours, it will go (Go)
We got loud and we got powder, call it flowers and the snow (Snow)
If he ain’t the gang, I won’t allow him to my show (No)
I just got a new shooter and I found him in the zones
Yeah, my rich bitch won’t let me pay all the time
Why she moving like Nines? Yo, she got way too much pride
I’ve been hitting rappers’ baby mothers way too much times
Yo, they hate how I got money, but won’t pay them no mind, nah

[Verse 2]
And don’t up and think ’cause I made a couple hits
That I ain’t outside with all my members and my younger nigs
Every girl suckin’ dick, colder than a fuckin’ fridge
Put 750 on that real nine and touched a brick (Brick)
Now if I do a O2 four times, I’ll touch a mill’ (Mill’)
Yo, I can’t lie, the way I’m living is strange
Forget my knife, then I’ll be spinnin’ the range (Spinnin’)
I don’t care if I’m forty minutes away
We used to stack change, like a bill in a day
Put it in the shoe box, yeah, that’s the criminal safe
All my women must just listen to Aitch (Aitch)
They wanna give me a taste
First place and the feeling is great (Great)
Only time that I’m the runner up is when I send my runner up
My block door was broken and my buzzer fucked
And if you’re from the trenches, then you know just how I’m coming up
It’s easy for the feds and the mandem to be runnin’ up
My friends alone, my money’s up
My chains are out, my gun is tucked

[Chorus]
Yeah, by the hours, it will go (Go)
We got loud and we got powder, call it flowers and the snow (Snow)
If he ain’t the gang, I won’t allow him to my show (No)
I just got a new shooter and I found him in the zones
Yeah, my rich bitch won’t let me pay all the time
Why she moving like Nines? Yo, she got way too much pride
I’ve been hitting rappers’ baby mothers way too much times
Yo, they hate how I got money, but won’t pay them no mind, nah

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