Jimmy Flow, Pt. 1 Lyrics

Niggas be so tender on the gang they be on hoe shit

Why you taking pictures wit that stick and you won't blow shit

Why you taking pictures wit that blick and that's yo bro shit

Nigga that ain't yo shit

Go get yo own shit

I got off y'all ass and in my bag I'm on my grown shit

I done touch that bag and now I'm on my leave me lone shit

Bitches on my line, don't need no hoes I got my own bitch

Plus yo bitch so foul I wouldn't touch that bitch wit yo dick

We just grew up on some solider shit

Niggas know that shit

I know not to trust a bitch as far as I can throw a bitch

How the fuck you trust a bitch you barely even know the bitch

I be on that hustling shit the trap ain't never closing bitch

Glocky my right pocket my and left one got like 4 bands

I can switch em out cuz I'm a pro I shoot wit both hands

We can't do no romance hit the back room we won't slow dance

I cut on some slow jams and she suck my dick wit no hands

Nigga you got no bands

The fuck is yo plans

Broke as fuck and out here tryna beef boy you stand no chance

You think we bouta throw hands

Okay bold man

Two shots gone make him fold in he'll never be a old man

Let me make it clear so y'all can hear, I fear no man

Talking out his top we at his top just like a sew in (We on his ass)

We come from the low end ain't no handouts we don't hold hands

I feel like I'm Jezzy in 06' Jimmy Da Snowman

My young nigga silly blow his glizzy then he griddy

Most turnt in the city dog shit on me Uncle Willy (That dog shit)

My bitch thick and pretty catch more eyes than Mississippi

Shoot yo shot it might be risky I shoot my shit out a 50

Just like JA I'm on my grizzly, I get busy you act bitchy (Lil bitch)

I like bitches pretty and saddity but not friendly

Who selling a switchy hit my line I got 250

I can (Fllit) that bitch so quickly give a fuck you lift 550

Y'all ain't fuckin with me

I be getting plenty

I be out in Cleveland wit them niggas like OH really (OH really)

I can put a p on niggas heads like they from Philly

Naw it ain't no kizzy we gone spin until we get dizzy

I call that a sneak diss if you speak on him, he not here

I call her at three am you treat her like she top tier

Y'all know I don't fight fair I'm ahead of y'all by light years

Pop out like I'm right here that's a opp nigga worst nightmare

Pull up wit a (Fll, ha, fll) that's a switch nigga

Pull up like (Shh, ha, woo) on yo bitch nigga

Pull wit a (Fll, ha, fll) that's a nick nigga

Pull up like (Woo, ha, fll) on them bitch niggas

We can't miss nigga

We gone get niggas

Young rich nigga

Get yo bitch nigga