Dmack Flow Lyrics

Go, nigga thought he fuckin' caught me, I'm not one Of them

Grab the stick, then we fuckin' blitz, this a one and Done

He a bitch and his boy a vic, he need to give it up

We the ones that hit, they fuckin' head, they need to Pick it up

Stop lying, y'all ain't do shit niggas killed your mans And you never blew

Bitch Man, I'm tired of smokin' ahh, bitch, we need

A new Vic And I'm tired of these kias, bitch, we need Some new whips

Go, go, catch a troll, we got the drop now

He can't troll Said he smokin' who

Hold on, bitty, pass the pole I ain't tryna write a diss, I'm tryna hit

A nigga throat Bitch, we got some big shit, that'll Sink a fuckin' boat

And I hit his fuckin' head, my eyes closed

I'm the GOAT Spin this block, he don't wanna find Out what's

Inside this coat Bitch, I'm tryna play ball, and no, I Ain't

talk about no pope niggas shootin' in the air like, Talk the fuck, these niggas jokes Go

When they spin, they ain't really tryna

Catch one Like, Goldo who that, if that's a opp, then

We gon' pack him We ain't never clickin' up, don't Fuck

With them, then we gon' scap em But let the D'z Hear my music, then I'm just a fucking rapper

No cap, hit his back Said he smokin' chulo, I can't Wait to see

Him lack, uh, double back, uh, leave him flat

Think he livin' from this button, man, that nigga Sniffin' crack, go

Like, why they talkin

Niggas snitches, she keep dissin' deads, she don't Know we clap, bitches

Put a airtag on his V, he ain't know we track, niggas

I ain't really tryna beef with all these fuckin' rap niggas, go

Bitch we known to get the drop, they know we out

Catch a nigga, this the guys, then we camp outside His house

Or I might just run in it, put the blick in his bitch Mouth

niggas tough on IG, when we seen him, he a mouse

Your boy was loafin' on that block, he got baked

Up it hit his face, this a fuckin' Drac

Run up, he get spanked, go

Bitch, I got my team, we tryna drop shit

All these niggas turkey, they ain't really never pop Shit

Walk em down with the Drac, or the 9, I got options

ARP with the switch, keep on shootin' till you Nauseous, go

Now he gone, lil' bitch, keep on cryin', you diss my Brother in a song

Long live him, dumb nigga ain't live long

And I'm ridin' for my brothers, give a fuck if he Wrong, go