Bot Flow 3 (Intro) Lyrics

What, huh, yeah, they hate keb , free shy my niggah

You ain't never met that one guy with that one face

Bro say he drunk a whole pint, shit, I drunk eight

You ain't never seen that cat out, it got that one plate

Yeah, we in our bag and we heading to that one safe

Yeah, we heading to that one duffy

Shot a opp on the empty stomach, thought his head was a muffin

I put the Glock down on that box, I don't mind to Tussling

Chene tryna hold that big Glock, it got his hands struggling

Huh, all right, it got his hands fumbling

Add the pape up every day, shit, your bread crumbling

Still make my bitch suck my dick and my head funky

Shot a black nigga in his head, he a dead monkey

Beat his ass every time I see him, shouldn't have never told

Cum too fast when she ride the dick, I told her take it slow

Heart cold, 98 degrees, I got on winter coats

Nah, we ain't in that one bag, this a different flow

Told boy, got a switch on it, what you gon' do with it

Yeah, bitch, I can fuck fast, give me two minutes

Bro, this a carbon fiber top, yeah, the coupe different

No, I ain't got to stick today, I might just four Nick

My bitch slish my tires every week, cause I dick her down

Couldn't get a whole pint today, it's a two around

My bitch says she got a pint of green, I'm finna beat her down

Nevermind she got a pint of wok, I'm finna dick her down

Never stop cashin going up, this a different sound

This not no baby on a scale, this a different pound

You still fucking with that one hoe, you a different clown

I know my bitch found, out I cheated, that's a different frown

Then, she gon' ask me, who is this bitch

Close my eyes if he start busting, I ain't seen shit

Ain't got no weed right now, I know you seen a brick

Beat my bitch up, we went around, she couldn't find a ten'd

I'll drive cats, you drive rented, we are not the same

My main introduced me to my side, who the one to blame

If I hit his car with the tecc, he might lose his frame

I just fucked a groupie bitch raw, now my dick inflamed

Me and CJ both picked that hoe like that's li

Nah, I can't say that, I gotta fucking save it

My son tried to run off with my pint, I had to kill my baby

Crazy how they say they got money, but they flashing savings

If he diss, his number on his helmet, he play for Nick's Saban

My chains real people, they need a haircut

I was finna fuck that fat bitch, she got a smelly butt

Nah, I don't want that line off you, that's a smelly one

Beat my daddy ass, he talking bout he got a smelly son

Aight, I think my mind playing tricks on me

Gave bro ten dollars, he put a brick on me

Last time I thought my bitch went out and put a hit on me

Let me see that one liter bottle, put a ten on it

Aight, and it can only be a red case

Think about life when I sip, I get the sad face

Unc can't move good no more, he got a glass plate

My new bitch better than all ways, fuck my last bae

Yeah, that they hate keb, he ain't fucking with us

I think my mind playing, aight

Yeah, let me come back and tell y'all

Niggas ain't fucking with us, nigga

Me, C2, Ben 10, Mooch, Shane, bro, Ja'Kai, Antonio, G

Niggas ain't fucking with us

That song, aight, welcome to everybody's key album, nigga

Nigga

Free Shy, it's the realest shit I ever come with, man

Aight, we gonna be up soon, never stop cashing

Niggas ain't fucking with Red either

Let's go