Old Flow ft. Sbm RaySav Lyrics

Fuck all that shit, bitch, I'm gon get into it

I be the spot up shooter show them niggas how to do it

Won't go back and forth bout, no hoe, no we can't get into it

Audi be the S-Line, hop in whip the brand new booty

On gang, I'm outside catching plays and pulling up on pissies daily

See something shady, come out the pocket up like Brady

No, I ain't going, I keep my Smith in case they play me

Whip the Mercedes, and serve that white like Perry Katy

We hit the street, it's dark, won't leave until we see the sun

T.O. was too surprised, high speed, he ain't throw the gun

He missed the shot, we spin it back, oh yeah, we get it done

Oh yeah, we jacked him out his shit, told him pull up for a 50 drum

She ain't no loyal hoe, she cheat because you hella cheap

I hit her on the bare mattress, ain't mess up the sheets

I help the bitch make up the bed, cleaned the shit up neat

He got a problem with that shit, well come and find me

Nothing but some solid niggas who gon step behind me

FN turn into a fully and cook it like a recipe

Nigga want to pick up a bow, we handle that shit professionally

Stretch it, cut it, get that gone, I know that plug gon sell it for me

Watch that back door niggas sneaky on that Melly shit

If he got the balls, come down the street, just watch what shell he get

Ray Sav pop out slam two glizzies and pedestrian

Flying through the city in that thang, nobody catching this

Give me head lil bitch, then I get gon get bread and shit

I'm seeing red and shit, thirty pop, let off Steph and shit

I had enough of this, faking and talking tough and shit

Gon call his bluff and shit, get his location, dump the Kriss

Heard she a slutty bitch, get the dome, let my buddy hit

And no, this Vess is not regular, I'm sipping mud and shit

Glizzy in the back, got a button gon leave you slumped with this

Got jammed and he told on this man, like why I come to this

All that faking on live, shot to his face with the nine

Now his bird post R.I.P. and she saying goodbye

Get it all scraping the sides, Kevin Gates, I don't get tired

No water park, bet not be slipping the time that I slide

No water park, I caught him slipping, call me Blueface

Dark skin, bad bitch, don't fuck her, give me good face

Won't shoot the club, but I'll run in shoot the whole place

Must heard about that good shit, can't keep the geeks up out my face

Hop out, I'm a McQueen stepping, FN be my choice of weapon

Robbed him out this pack, he trying to sell it call it an interception

STL the red zone, bitch, we from the murder section

Had to pick the ARP up, cause the Kriss Vector get fucking heavy

Let's go, let's go

I need a fan on top this glizzy, cause the block get hot

I'm way off in the doonies, no connection, need a hotspot

Get back in the city, same day I call up a opp thot

That bitch gon fuck for gas, whole gang, call her the hotbox

Cool on a bitch, just like some mints, I'm rolling 5 percent

We taking off on 12, they gon pull over, cause the tint

Probably cause I'm black, or probably cause I cracked they daughter's and shit

It's probably cause the gas, we was riding, it's gon leave the stench

Talking all the shit, caught him, that bitch singing like he Brent

Come serve the street, I'm in this whip, gas leaking out the vent

We take em on the high speed, hit this right, Damn where he went

Serve all day, counting up my pape, I make some shit, could pay a rent, Fuck em