East Coast Flow Lyrics

Jordamagne, what's up

Yeah, yeah, look

Slide on the block tell his ass get wit it

Serving up dope, we whip in the kitchen

Serving up sides, with the fye, get the fixins

Major come back like I play for the pistons

A nigga play with me, we leave his ass missin

She going outside, she do it for attention

Sweet as a candy, it's over, I'm Benson

Ruin his life, he ain't getting no pension

My niggas is scheming, pull up with the tension

Jordan you popping, they all in yo mentions

Nigga, I know, tell these bitches to listen

Just fucking and sucking, no talking, no kissing

Coming in hot, hit his ass with the friction

I'm coming for the top, cause I own that position

You niggas is fake with the cap, you pretending

Fruity lil niggas, FN get to blending

And if you pretend, hit his ass with the fye

Slide with my bitch on some Bonnie and Clyde

They talking about me, and telling these lies

Said that I'm lying, she stay by my side

If I be lying, I'm lion with pride

He melt from this heat, we defrosting his ice

Killed Jack Frost, tell his ass goodbye

And all of you niggas just bark, no bite

Fuck all these niggas, you niggas all talk

I heard you a bitch, tell yo ass to kick rocks

Birds of a feather together, they flock

You invest into bitches, I invest into stocks

I invest into needs, you invest into wants

Ain't wasting time, I'm smoking the Klock

Driving to Charlotte, one time got the Glock

They took all my weed like nigga, I was hot

Shooting the video, I got it on lock

They can't fuck with me from my head to my socks

See, I'm calling my bitch, but she got me blocked

I'm soaring in the sky, strike his ass like a hawk

I'm knocking her boots, so make sure that you knock

Henny and Remy, we taking the shots

Told me, keep going, Jordan don't stop

She like how I move, and she like how I walk

She like how I tip, and what's on my toes

Tip her real good, spend a band on these hoes

She tell me she like me, she rubbing my clothes

Told her, get off me, she just want my flow

Seen a red light, turn the switch on and go

Fuck up his face, he look like John Doe

I don't got no carts, take yo ass to the store

Only exotics, we gonna let it blow

We letting it blow, we letting it boom

Hotboxing the Stu, inhaling the fumes

I'm feeling the beat, lyrics high as fuck too

I'm out of this world, Space Jam, Looney Tunes

Tell these niggas to stop talking, I stepped in the room

I'm pushing 100, my car go vroom

Love is a drug, but I prefer shrooms

Can't fuck with you niggas, you niggas is coons

Tell these niggas keep working, because I'm coming soon

I sell out shows, and I fill up the room

You still got your tickets, the crowd say boo

You niggas is losers, and I hate to lose

It's a choice to win, and this what you choose

My choice is to win and stay in the booth

You got 24 hours, you not making moves

You never gonna win, you always gonna lose

Aye

Never gonna win, you always gonna lose