The Silver Flask - Speak

Don’t forget the

Kellogg, yeah

Don’t forget the

Kellogg

Don’t you wanna?

(Don't you?)

She just wanna

Don’t you wanna?

(Don't you?)

She just wanna

Don’t you wanna?

(Don't you?)

She just wanna

Yeah (Yeah)

She wanna boyfriend she can show off on the Gram (On the Gram)

I want a latin grammy and a hundred grand (Hundred grand)

Somebody tell these bitches this is who I am (Who I am)

Fuck you and that petty talk, I get it how I can, whoa (How I can)

You’re just a pretty face and pussy that I fell into

Who gassed you up, though, shorty?

What the fuck they tellin' you?

(What they tellin'?)

You’re just a pretty face and pussy that I fell into

Who gassed you up, though, shorty?

What the fuck they tellin' you?

(Yeah)

Let’s have a moment of silence, I killed that shit with no stylus,

but shout out to my new therapist, man, she keep me from wildin'

You got that drink in you (Yeah)

I see the freak in you (Woah)

So all them freaky things we do, let’s keep that me and you (Okay)

Let’s keep it discreet, girl

All black in my Jeep, girl

My hair used to match now

I got the gray streaks

I need all day with the freaks, they call me like it’s a party

I got a group full of cholas and ravers like we in '90's

So fuck you and your DM’s, I’m in the BF

Running through my passport pages freezin' my per diem’s

Plus them pretty pussies pay them premiums to see 'em

The fabric on my body, bitch, that’s not European, no

She wanna boyfriend she can show off on the Gram (On the Gram)

I want a latin grammy and a hundred grand (Hundred grand)

Somebody tell these bitches this is who I am (Who I am)

Fuck you and that petty talk, I get it how I can, whoa (How I can)

You’re just a pretty face and pussy that I fell into (Yeah)

Who gassed you up, though, shorty?

What the fuck they tellin' you?

(What they tellin'?)

You’re just a pretty face and pussy that I fell into (That I fell into)

Who gassed you up, though, shorty?

What the fuck they tellin' you?

(Yeah)

I feel like Don Omar

I feel like Don Francisco (Yeah)

Or Don Corleone, I copped that crib in Callisto

No premo disco, tecca, girl

We on that Plan B (Yeah)

I’m talkin' house of pleasures, leather with sandal with green

And comfy like we the Tay

Profile then we restrain

But who said I’m resistant?

I’ve got that right to remain

Go put some ice in your chain

I heard it cool off the pain

Hot-blooded latino, we come from mental, we not the same, yeah

So fuck you and your hype and likes (Yeah)

I’m in the northern lights exploring different type of heights, ignoring

everyone’s advice

And if you’re lookin' for me, I ain’t on the block

Probably out in Barcelona or Morocco, make it hot, yeah