This Is It Lyrics

Yeah, we here to let y'all niggas know, man

That we ain't fucking around, you heard

Yeah, uh

It's Flee

Uh, uh, uh, uh

Ha

Morgan Fleeman, nigga

Yeah, let's go, let's go, let's go

Uh, Flee

Talk to 'em

Yeah, man

Catch me bouncing through the club, nigga, with that fifth tucked

Don't make no sudden movements, dog, and get me pissed off

I got this ratchet, lift that shit up

I need them Giannis pockets, man, I'm talking about them big bucks

Yeah, we trying to get a bag

You disrespect the team, man, your ass gon' get dragged

That's a fact

You can catch him on the ave, just bumping max Screaming free the wave, but they don't know shit about that

These niggas all cap, moving on that fraud shit

Always facing losses, their flow is in the toilet

But, man, this some New York shit

Pretty nigga gorgeous

See my bitch with me and she goddamn flawless

Ass is enormous, I'm in between them cheeks

Got her hooked like a chorus, when we in between the sheets

Throw me on any beat, that shit is straight slaughter

Turn it to a horror, like, that's all you got to offer

And this is it, what

How you older than that nigga, but you still gon' call him big bruh

Niggas got the game twist up

Yeah, you already know I'm in the club with my fifth tucked

Yeah, I can't give this shit up

Niggas outside trying to get a bag and get my dick sucked

So save your comments with that slick stuff

If you still breathing, nigga, go head put your drink up

Said this is it, what

Yeah, this is it, what

Flee