Memphis Flow Lyrics

We got Fazo on this bitch Walk a motherfucker down with Dracos in this

Bitch Yeah, that's on gang, that's on bro

Pull up on lil' Fazo, swear to God he gon' blow

Yeah, bitch Fuck you talkin bout, you don't know Luh fuccin Fazo what you talking bout? You don't know Luh fuccin Fazo bring dem choppas out, bitch

Hit your block, put the Drac to your face and I'll make you give all them p's up

Told that hoe to leave me alone, only hit my phone when I re-up

Hop in that car and I'm ready to spin, got my Glock in my hand and I'm skied up

Gone off the gas, but pourin' that wok, I told that bitch that I need three cups

I wanted a Band, now I'm chasin' a mil

Rollie bust down in that new Richard Mill spinnin' all night, I've been itchin' to drill

I'm sippin' this lean, I ain't poppin' no pills

Run up some Bandz and get turned on a boat

Run up on me, I got fire in my coat

She suckin' me dry for, I go to my show

I pull off and drive and they screamin' like, whoa

Pull off and skirt off and I get away

I hit from the back and I pull on her lace

I'm hearin' the sirens, I'm hoppin' the gate

I'm kickin' your door and I'm uppin the Drac

Uppin the Drac, bitch, I'm up in the weapon

Tottin on Glocks, bitch, fuck Smith & Wesson

Slide down the hood, bet I teach him a lesson

I cut off the hoe and I'm leavin' her stressin

Leavin' her stressin', I'm leavin' her mad

I hit from the back and my thumb in her ass

Don't trip on no bitch, cause I'm chasin' the bag

I do me a drill, then I switch up the mag

Hop in the car and I'm goin' real fast

I told her to slow down, I don't wanna crash it

Thirty-two bricks and a whip like im magic

Say you want smoke', and I said we can match it

Trynna get rich and get lit in the mansion

Chain on my neck and my Cartier dancin

Got the bitch on me, ain't takin' no chances

I hit the bitch once and I had to go vanish

Had to get gone, bitch, I had to get ghost

Pull up in Wraiths and I swerve in the ghost

Montclair is the fashion, drop ten on a coat

Got guns in the closet, which one I'ma tote?

Hit your block, put the Drac to your face

And I make you give all them P's up

Told that hoe to leave me alone

Only hit my phone when I re-up

Hop in that car and I'm ready to spin

Got my Glock in my hand and I'm skied up

Gone off the gas, but pourin that Wock

I told that bitch that I need three cups

Ain't talkin' bout

Bitch