C4 Flow, Pt. 2 Lyrics

One year in, Feel like a vet i been making these hits all year

But ain't hop on no shit like this

Shit on these niggas they talking bout motion but you know my diamond be looking like piss

I spin the ben for hop in the booth ima drop me a body ain't dropping no diss

Say that you know me but bitch that was back in the day niggas lately been feeling like wick

Came from the bottom so you know that shit in my cup all the time that shit mud

Hit from the back swear that shit was a lake ima smack on her ass now it's causing a flood

Niggas be sliding on atv's we stained they tees them niggas on drugs

Unload the 50 that bitch it got power im feeling cane im seeking for blood

Niggas be screaming that gang shit, You know we all on the same shit

Difference is we really bang shit,

All you niggas be talking that lame shit

Aye i'm back in that mode, im back on they ass, I'm back on that fuck shit

Got a switch on this motherfucking blick ima shoot at his top and i bet he won't duck this

Had to turn up this bitch ona code, I just spent like 3 bands ona coat

Niggas talking bout bidness i handle it

Fuck around ima take out his soul

Ain't no nigga gon speak on c4,

If he do ima up all the smoke

Turn around all he saw was the draco Aiming right at his motherfucking dome

I keep niggas who drill on my roster, Grab the blick ima shoot at his mata

I'm the one who gon pull up in broad day spray at they tint caught a opp at the wawa

We ain't toting no water guns shit official i bet we gon slide cha cha

Drop a bag get it back, Tada

C4 blowing up fast, Wala

She a ten but i know she a eater, Bitch i stay wit the shells like it's easter

Got my shawty she making sure that i don't fall so i told her i'm never gon leave her,

Her old niggas ain't know how to treat her, I'm the hottest think i got a fever

All you niggas some fans go get you a bag or keep all that talk in the bleachers

Uh, damn everybody they hating so i gotta detox,

Member them days i was rocking the reeboks

Ducking the feds skip 12 cus we not

Crossing em out , the gang cus he hot

Spanking this muhfucking beat call it beatbox

Don't care bout no draco

I slide wit this motherfucking stick let it rain then leave out