Flow God ft. GDN Ghost Lyrics

A lot of sacks urlacher

Usain run faster

Yes I love Michael Jackson but we ain't fond of walking backwards

Supply the drugs Ronald Reagan

Make a movie Wes Kraven

Politic with white women name the coke Sarah Palin

Make a pie Sarah lee

Cooking up Paula Dean

Broadcast Larry King

Stevie Wonder with the keys

At the ground floor but we started in the basement

Six rings like I'm Jordan but I'm Gucci with the bracelet

Jeff Gordon when I'm racing Andretti when it's foreign

Got a little bitch from London but her name ain't Lauren

Transporter Jason Statham

Women love me Channing Tatum

Bank account Donald Trump

Ricky with the pump

Lennox with the blunt

Touchdown off the punt

DMX and Sisqo tell me what these bitches want

Two doors then it's called a coupe

She look familiar probably your boo

Last night with no clothes

With the gang throwing Fours

Making snaps with the pole

Backwoods with the sticks yeah they calling me country

Trap booming and shit every call I make money

While You facebooking and making reels

With a mid bitch with no basic skills

You Neo stuck in the matrix still

I'm John Wick when I make a kill

When I make a kill I'm John Wick

And you can die over that dog (that dog shit)

We handle beef like butchers in deli's

If I take shots at my goal I bet I'm gon net it

If its every a problem

You know we correct it

Your pockets small anorexic

We get that cash 65 is my exit

We beat your ass just to teach you a lesson

He burning bridge so he fuck up his blessings

Still make money in my sleep but I ain't resting

Flipping the pack and still making investments

Man I'm so high in the sky like a crescent

I knew I'm gon win it was already destined

I stay with that Smitty that shit is my bestie

You acting real silly get pop like a Pepsi

Hold up Freeze pause for a second

You speaking indirect and I'ma address it

All on the internet typing aggressive

You not insured that you'll be progressive

We bout that cash you can tell by the gestures

Hand on my piece get shot with this glock quick

Janitorial cause I stay with the mop stick

Not texting back cause I gotta stay toxic

And I stay dripping like a trap house faucet

If it ain't bout money keep it brief like boxers

Late night in the streets we gonna creep like possums

Drip like a leak on the beat can't stop it

Had to go and get a check up no doctor

CPA with the numbers

I got two bitches fucking

Just found out they was cousins

They blow like bugles and trumpets

We had the whole trap jumping

Block on lock they made nothing

Like a daredevil I'm stunting

You couldn't score so you punt it bitch