27th (Freestyle) Lyrics

Ay, Big Goddo Flaco

When I slide in your block, just know bodies gon' drop

Everybody gon' die, somebody gon' cry

And your mama know why, been tellin' the truth a long time

I'm the new Bin Laden, no lie

And I'ma be here a long, long while

I'ma go, go wild

With your ho, oh no, man, you got no style

Just throw in the towel

Keep a low profile, quick to no-scope, pow

Another soldier down

What a low blow, wow, runnin' lil' Oak town

Better tip toe away, put a stick in your face

Get clipped for the pape', I don't beef with nobody that vapes

If you really want smoke, man, come out to play

Smilin' when I come out the bank

Gun on my waist, not a single fuck-givin' man

Look at my face, y'all fam'll be cryin' if they knew what took place

But your life don't matter, it's the money that I'm worried bout

And I really need bread, I can't turn it down

And I really need head from a dirty mouth

I done took this beat from the dirty south

I done showed you what Kansas really bout

Let me tell you what I want

Love and respect, but the money come first

Let me tell you how it's done

Throwin' guns in the trench, fo' gets much worse

Slide slick through your turf with a clip for dessert

Got chipped for them words

Swervin' with the work and the whip

Screamin', how the fuck do you work this bitch?

I never flew a ship, they wish they could do this shit

Big Goddo Flaco motherfuckers