How to Play the Flute (feat. King Draino)

Don't nobody give a damn what all that shit talking 'bout, man
 We tryna here some of that, that
 Girl, shake your ass, shake your ass, shake your ass
 And you know what I'm saying?
 I'm tryna get that in my life
 Gemini
 Diamond, diamond, diamond, that's my shit (that's my shit)
 Oh, juice (wet), 3-piece, crisp (damn)
 Saucey, dripping (dripping), CEO of this (CEO)
 Curry, wavy, my undertone's a bitch
 Shoutout to my city, know I really does this
 Third time's a charm, I'm feeling triumphant (I want it)
 I put a little gold up on my bicuspids
 They can only see my eyes inside of the Cutlass (Who's he?)
 She may be vanilla cream, baby, her butt big
 They treat me like McGregor when I'm out in Dublin (They do)
 My mama don't like it when I be cussing (She don't)
 But fuck these motherfuckers, mama, I don't trust them
 It's plush up in the bucket, look, don't touch it, thought you knew
 In the pocket, like I'm Russel, man, I hustle, watch me move
 In the summer watch me fuck around, I'm 'bout to drop the roof
 She hopped up in the whip and then I taught her how to play the flute
 Play the flute
 Goddamn, they hating on a player
 Don't understand, they need to get they weight up (Okay)
 Shazam, I'ma have to David Blaine her (What you doin?)
 Emoji hands, I'm praying for them haters (Amen)
 Ah-choo, God bless you, ay
 Ah-choo, God bless you, ay
 Ah-choo, God bless you, ay
 Ah-choo, God bless you, ay
 Ah-choo, God bless you, ay
 Ah-choo, God bless you, ay
 Ah-choo, God bless you, ay
 Ah-choo, God bless you, ay
 Aye, little mama, aqui
 Skin tone macchiato, we eating mahi-mahi
 On Miami Beach, we have a party La Di Da Di
 On my B-I-E 'till I D-I-E, I think I'm king (I think I'm king)
 You didn't think that I would get the peacoat (No!)
 Unbutton that motherfucker, nothing but a speedo (Look!)
 Who's that peeking in my window, Cee-Lo
 I was on that Cujo, that Big Gipp and that Teamo
 Dolce and Gabbana, cappuccino gelato
 In that grotto out in Cabo
 Amateur, so Apollo
 Whip this bulky like Costco, I'm out here and dodging 5-0
 I hit the block with that top low, a dookie rolled with a poncho
 But it ain't about to rain on me
 Tryna sing up in this bitch, but I ain't on key
 Now I stay genuine, I'm the same old G
 Feeling like John Helwig, check, with these eight gold rings
 Play the flute
 Goddamn, they hating on a player
 Don't understand, they need to get they weight up (Okay)
 Shazam, I'ma have to David Blaine her (What you doin?)
 Emoji hands, I'm praying for them haters (Amen)
 Ah-choo, God bless you, ay
 Ah-choo, God bless you, ay
 Ah-choo, God bless you, ay
 Ah-choo, God bless you, ay
 Ah-choo, God bless you, ay
 Ah-choo, God bless you, ay
 Ah-choo, God bless you, ay
 Ah-choo, God bless you, ay