Rbew Flow Lyrics

Count it up my thumb swollen

Everything I touch is golden

Out a pound man he stay rolling

Outta town mn he stay rolling

Out the ground cement ain't no folding

I been on my shit like colon

It's a given that I ain't going

Take the lid off the coupe fasho

See the Marta again oh no

I play smarter I get up fasho

I can't trust they speak on the low

I can lower the temp have your coat

M clean like Myers day soap

Best believe I'm gon' get the dough

It hurt when I found out you was a fake one

Why your mama had to make one

I went broke and I had to shake some

I feel old and young like Shang Tsung

Yea Matt Nice gon' get that cake up

Yea I'm up but I'm still that same one

Chains heavy neck hurting

Wrist hurricane Irwin

LV I ain't worried

Bitch I'm geeked no perc thirty

Nigga clean like detergent

In my jean blue one hundreds

Bitch I'm not flexing, I was just saying

I'm breaking bread with my whole gang

Exotic smoke inside the range

Go get your coat mn bring the rain

Drip on my walk I need me a cane

Drip on my walk I need me a cane

No joke I'm that guy

Mother fuckers try ride on my high

You can't catch up with me if you tried

Elon, I get so fucking high

We all eat and I put that on me

Unlock a bag you couldn't believe

All blue strips remind me of Mystique

The bag running niggas we too clean

I smoke loud so it's hard to hear me

I gotta scream

I gotta dream

I shine like a beam

Ain't no me with no weed

Za hit like a bean