Flowin Lyrics

'Member them days, 'member them days I ain't have it

Niggas keep on talkin shit but they don't want no static

My niggas, they turn that fuckin semi-automatic

To a fuckin fully

Hit em in his head (Uh)

Make em bleed some red (Yea)

Let em die right here

He gon be a red head

Bouta cop a droid, cause my iPhone too fed

Yea, this shit right from the top

I'm recording in my bed

Yea, recording in my bed

She like the way I'm flowin, I'm goin

Brodie keep pourin that wocky, that potion

He said, "Everything is just moving in slow motion"

I'm just takin my time, just going with the motion

I like to rap, this shit is too fun

Everyday, I'm toting my gun

Most of these niggas, you know they my sons

Can not catch up, cause I already won

Most of these niggas out here, they be bums

Been a genius, lil boy, you too dumb

Stackin racks every single month

Gotta get it like I don't got nothin

Gotta work hard, fuck the fun

Most of y'all won't understand, cause most of y'all niggas retarted

And you know I've always been top of the class

You know I've always been the smartest

And my brodie be smokin the gas, it stink, smell like he farted

Niggas really think they better than me, excuse me, I beg your pardon

And these niggas fake as fuck, they'll cross you just like Harden

Just remember I just started

Bitch I'm goin harder (Harder)

Harder (Harder, harder)

Harder (Harder, harder)

Harder (Yea, yea)

Harder (Yea, yea)

Harder (Uh, yea, yea)

Harder (Uh, uh, uh, uh)

I swear to god, niggas be sleep

Most of thease niggas be sleep

Niggas be hatin, I peeped

Niggas be hatin, I peeped

I get them racks every week

I'll fuck your bitch, she a freak

That bitch, she gettin too geeked

When I get rich, cop a mink

Bet you don't know how I think

Fuckin ya hoe, pussy pink

Brodie diamonds on skate like a rink

And I'm gettin them racks everyday

Most of these niggas, you know they gon hate

But you know all them niggas gon pay

And I get racks, you can not relate

Too much drip on me, can not relate

Cover my face like I'm rockin bape

You cuffed that hoe, that was a mistake

Took a trip to the bank just to laugh at the bank

Run up on me, you know Imma let that shit bang

I got a red beam, I got red beam

I don't need a beam cause my aim on the bean

He ran up on me, tape on the scene

Hit em right in the head, he fell to his knees