Flow Lyrics

I done came a long way I'm trapping out the bando, nigga, driving through the city only fearing god feeling like Rambo, nigga, I ain't do nothing to em but we hit em hard with no hands on, nigga, how you gone flex on your

Own people you ain't put your mans on, damn, damn, If we ain't fucking don't tell your friend we talk, he wanna Ball but poppin a fentanyl

This ain't the life that you want nigga get out, I'm fuckin on somebody mama, gotta chill out, I'm in a Trackhawk, This not a Rental, I done ran out of Ammo gotta Reload, bitch I'm that nigga don't care bout a big dog, he callin Me He want a Feature he fell off, cum in her face she don't need the Dental, but I gotta tell you this shit was Amazing, Run up that sack and I feel like I'm Racing, and I just bought a Glock and it came with a Razor, damn,

Don't tell nothing, get the fuck out my face, I was tired of tryin it feel like a Maze, I was feelin like dying but I gotta Pace, And I told my lil brother they Destined to Hate, Gotta get it in, I was in the Drought , All We Do Is Win, Diamonds In my mouth, we was Struggling we was tryna make it out, and told my lil brother don't come out the House cause I Was on Demon time, Workin a Stick

I was readin between the lines and I gotta get rich, and I'm feelin like Von, body on body I'm poppin my shit and I Feel like yo Gotti, I roll through the city just me and my shawty, we be poppin they boppin we look like the lottery, I been sippin I'm tippin I feeling a lil cocky, they be looking like damn what's in his pocket, that's a pocket rocket Better watch your surroundings, and you better chill make you walk with your noggin,

And im counting Bills, what the fuck is a Cosby? I be like, Aw mane, I'm rockin Balmain, Vietnamese, eating lo Mein, she Telling me she want it Raw mane, can't do it, bitch ima boss mane, I'ma boss, if you can't tell then go ask ya Spouse, yeah I be that young n***a that's Dripping the sauce, I been popping my shit and I'm straight from the Nawf, Running up Benjamins that's what I do, I be walkin em down I don't wanna loose,

I Just threw one back and I think I got the blues and my blikie go blap blap blap blap

Boom boom boom! he done ran up on me, Ended up on the News, I didn't do it I don't know

I don't have a clue, I be working on something I gotta say True, and My car got no Ceilings that bih got no Roof, Ayy This n***a think he Pretty riding around with the lights on,

Bitch ass nigga, how the fuck I'ma lie down, I done told em before better pipe down

And they thinking I'm finna be nice Now, I'll whack his ass with a Nightgown ima catch up with that boy He Better not cry out, I told him you fuck around you gon

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