Baby Flow ft. Msr Lyrics

I can feel it in my body all the drugs I been buying

Yea…

I can feel it in my body all the drugs I been buying

40 on My hip a catch a nigga get the frying

Born from the hole Five-Seven on me, I ain't fighting

Know a couple slimey niggas popping out at candle lightings

But it's bool and it's cool a never trust another bitch

Oxycodone slur my vision, hit my doc like bitch I'm sick

Riding striker with them baby's looking out for all the licks

Riding silent with lil mal you know we looking for yo bitch!

I got 4 nickel for a nigga tryna play me like a bitch

Can't be complacent or complaining till I make the family rich

She snort a line up off my stick and then she…

She snort a line up off my stick then died young like Roddy rich

Baby said she wanna link me but I really couldn't care

I'm putting pills up in my weed don't ask me if I'm tryna share

My heart so cold when you walk in that bitch feel like a evil lair

Oh that's yo bitch, I couldn't tell the way she always tryna stare

Oh that's yo bitch… she back stage tryna fuck the crew

Potion in my body mix with X, I might be rude

Looking at my weapons like this glock I choose you

Nervous walking in the room I'm clutching right just like a…

Dreadful thoughts all inside of my head

Oh they sleeping, fuck nigga go to bed forever

Really cold outside man I hate this weather

SB the legion, getting pape together

SB the gang we take yo soul

Baby wanna fuck with Mal she had to pay the toll

I trust you with my life like how the fuck you went and told

I'm living life so lavish, dashing like I'm Cody Rhodes

She said she wanna see it, come here baby take my hand

Be real with me my lady is you here cus you a fan?

Them bullets hit his body coming hot out the FN

That echo in my voice sound like I'm talking through a fan

Talking to a fan she say she wanna give her life

I been feeling really bad, I'm getting better off a sprite

Heard he talking really mad shit I'm like max, might use a knife

Family grieving… cus his fuck ass had to die

Triple 9, I'm still pouring juice I can't lie

She doing lines, rolling off a 30 like a tire

Everybody need somebody I can't do it shit I'm tired

Nervous walking in a room I'm clutching tight cus I a fye!