Ye Ye (Free Flow) Lyrics

Ye ye

Hop on the beat

Flow and relax

I'm pushing carts

Out from the back

Closing the shift

Bro got the 'Tang

Five percent with the tint

We take command

Left hands up in this bit

Ye ye

He talking trash

Man them boys they gone fold in the mix

Dallas they ain't legit

That's word to Tim (That's word to)

Pineapple Fanta man it got me floating like bro with the fins

King of the hill

Glide on this beat and I chill

Working these hours I save me some money and then pay me some bills

Three to eleven like I'm off a pill way I'm popping dawg

Got to maintain the money can't buy it all

Real legit

Number two on the game I don't need no Imodium

Trey with the songs (Na na na na)

I ain't talking sodium

Up on a pedestal ain't talking podium

Sounding like Durk way he talking bout brodie 'nem

Brodie he hitting me up Hussu hit the gym

I catch the drift Uber X I don't need to lift

Over your head with the bar like I hit with the uzi your future ain't bright

In the night in the back and it's dark

Going round I don't know where to start

Pushing carts for the hell of it

I get the bag every two

Every four

Every six

Every eight

You broke boys can't relate

Y'all just sitting at home love to hate

Man y'all ain't like my boys they hate to motivate

They hate to motivate

And they keeping it straight a hunnid

Work it out till I get what I want in abundance

Then still put the grind in like I still got nothing with me

They said I was a joke I got nothing in me

Now I'm up with the stars they got nothing on me

Now yo girl on my line tryna buss it on me

Like hakuna matata no worries I never get worried

That ice make her cream no McFlurry

Now I'm skrting off in a

Yeah she switching the gears skrting off in her

Hussu flow

Free the flow issa free flow

49er like Deebo

Got a rush for the green call me CeeLo

Put the game all on ice like I'm Bron w the free throw

MVP ballin out like I'm playin for Chi-Town I'm ballin' like D-Rose

Knock the rust off by spitting some rookie lines

Ten for ten with the tens I'm a changed man cuz I keep the dimes with me

Envy flow way you girl tryna ride with me

And you tell her "why you got to lie to me"

Switch the flow like Omeezy I hop in the coupe

She sipping whatever she tryna get loose

And she said Yung Slim

Just bust out the clip

I told her shut up he ain't with your shenanigans

Yeah I'm in decline falling for Madelyn yeah I'm talking Outer Banks

I was scrolling through my phone today

Same stuff man it won't go away

The horizon shining through yeah I see the ray

Bands I'm making wearing shades ray bans

Got a plan finna execute you know that I'm a killer

I'm killing these beats left to right ain't no manners

I'm taking this information in got me fed up

It's twelve but I can't call the fed up

Hop in the demon and dash (Hop in and dash)

Skrt off the lot and we smoke on the opps steady ballin' we upping the stats (upping the Stats)

I'm in a boat and she do it one night call me Yachty my stick stay attached (stick stay Attached)

Stick like it's hockey ice on me cold like Minnesota we upping the stats

We get to the bag

Yeah we count the mula it's just simple maths

She catching highs with me

She catching highs

Yeah we catching highs

She wanna vibe with me

She wanna vibe

And enjoy the ride

Yeah she wanna kill me tonight like baby without you here with me I'm already dead

Yeah she wanna feel me tonight I open up for shawty told her you can go ahead

Yeah I stay high off life no I ain't doing meds

Check her out not no doctor but I got the creds

She like hussu my friends they wanna meet your friends

Only times telling twelve we don't speak with feds

Free flows on my mind I put them down in pen

Play the game on the line like Messi wearing ten

Envy Omar and Hussu Pronto Tele Slim

Fin Zuhayar my other boys and then the best

HOH DA GANG

HOH DA GANG yeah

Free flow in this bit

Free flow in this bit

Yeah yeah yeah

Yeahhhh