C4 Flow Lyrics

I'm with that flow nigga, C4, gang, ayy, let's go

Compete with myself every day, it's a must

Rappers they wack and them niggas they dust

Was better back then now that nigga a bust

Fuck how they feel, I be running it up

Caught a play off a flip tryna give me a buck

Keep it a p, how I really came up

Ain't a miracle no it was never no luck

S-550, I need me a Benz

I ball like the chiefs so I'm always gon win it

Ain't have no money but that was back then

I listened to Pops, he was dropping them gems

Really he want me to hop in the gym

I'm switching my route, I'ma clear out the lens

Chasing the bag, no I don't need friends

I'm really a dog, time to hop out the den

Poverty past, it taught me to hustle

Pushing my name, got that shit off the muscle

If I get my foot in the game, they in trouble

A hole in the game, I'm the piece of the puzzle

Back on that shit, yeah, I'm done being humble

They talking about his hits , yea I got me a couple

Be chilling don't like all that yelling, I like my hoes subtle

But when I be in it, I like a lil' rumble

These ain't no sketchers , it's Balenciaga

Got a Lil vibe, yeah, she bad like Rihanna

I'm chasing the racks, I ain't talking Osaka

LV on my body like I'm from Nevada

Talking to Von, he say, bro, you're up next

Pull up my stats but I'm not tryna flex

I told her to call me, I don't like the text

I'm far from the rest, yeah, I'm not like your ex

Running this shit til' my soul in the mud

Dripping so much, think I'm starting a flood

You fuck with my family, I get it in blood

I got me a heart , but ain't showing no love

Raised in VA yeah, I got that shit tatted

Number one pick, I ain't have to be drafted

The money be calling, it's coming in quick

Write a goal on my wrist till I cop me a patek

Bitch, okay, I'm higher than Mars

I feel like I'm Elon

Cop me a chain that's a VV, don't stare it long

I swear this shit brighter than neon

Think I'm too much in my prime, but fuck is my time

I lock up the game like I'm Deion

I don't know what bitches be on

But I know they lying and, bitch, I ain't talking bout Leon

I ran up my bag, don't care bout the fame

They going out sad, yo, hustle to blame

I only see zeros, that's Virgil my frame

Don't call me yo twin, cus we far from the same

Kiss to my angels, yeah, this for your name

A nigga too lit, you can't put out the flame

My music gon' speak, I don't gotta explain

You know I'm finessing the game

45 chains like Dang, I drop me a bag

And now I be looking like Rain

I swear this shit going insane

I popped me some pills for the pain

I'm back in my lane, and now I be balling like Dame