Fredo Flowers and The Snow Lyrics, Flowers and The Snow Lyrics by Fredo

Yeah, by the hours, it will go (Go)
We got loud and we got powder, call it flowers and the snow (Snow)
If you ain’t in 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 mine (Nah)

Yo, it’s flowers and the snow, or snow and the flowers (Flowers)
By the hours it will go, it can go in a hour
One time I try and hit a lick, he wanna show me the powder
Till’ I took it off my hip, and I showed him the power (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 dons bae, now I’m getting stoned in here (Stoned in here)
A hundred thousand for the silver and gold Patek
One you tired niggas go try it, and you’ll go to bed (Shh)
You can catch man speeding 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)

And don’t up and think, ’cause I made a couple hits
That I ain’t outside with my members and my younger niggs
Every girl suckin’ dick, colder than a fuckin’ fridge
Put 750 on that real 9, 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 from forty minutes away, we used to stack change like a billin’ 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 on the fillin’ is great (Great)
Only time when that I’m the runner up, is when I send my runner up
My block doors broken, and my buz are fucked
And if you’re from the trenchers, 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