NFL Flow Lyrics

Bitch I got a big glock I ain't finna fight

He had started swinging nie he tryna tussle for his life

Shooting at my favorite opp hope his ass survive if he end up dead i pray his ass can die Twice

These niggas gambling with they soul but they ain't using dice

Finna hit a nigga in his temple he ain't running right

I could be a artist from my previous work of art

Cause I be painting niggas red and I be painting all they bitches white

People think they really know how I act as a person

Better go listen too demon time so you'll see what I'm really like

I always be sober I'll never pop me a perky and I'm having shit premeditated just to make You see the light

Talking to my woedie he said what's my favorite hobby

Told his ass I finger paint on niggas when I catch em after night

Member we had caught that one gangsta that's on the internet

I shhhh now he out of mind and out of sight

He was running in the field this ain't Friday Night Tykes

G2 passing bullets and they touchdown right inside his thigh

Don't drank red bull cause I can give you wings to fly tonight

You wanna be handy mandy with tools den you gone die tonight

This my nigga first week out of jail he got that fye tonight

So I had told him fuck it let's go make some mommas cry tonight

My young niggas breaking all of the rules they getting high tonight

So fuck it we gone send bout 14 niggas to the sky tonight

Crackers locked up my brother it's forever gone be fuck the law

Opp block we burning rubber when I see em time to knock em off

Fuck the opps them boys scared they gone be dead the day we come across

Better go use yo head cause if you don't then that bitch coming off

Shooting at niggas legs don't try to run cause you ain't ducking off

Three, two, one he had fled so if I pull up I ain't come to talk

Nigga working with feds until they cover his body chalk

Had this shit misread until I send a message with coffin

My niggas smoke opp pack to the face so all you hear is coughing

Tell him put that lil gun away fore you be like a dolphin

If they make a post about yo bro you know I'm finna heart it

Running in the field and he got blitz I don't miss my target

They know I ain't finna throw no fist if all my niggas sparking

No this ain't no diss but we be biting while yo people barking

Finna go blow that lil boy a kiss if he broaden

Like some dry lips I need a lick yes I'm really robbing

Bullets hot as hell put him up like a fucking kite

Call us NFL leave the opps with No Fucking Life

Got my shooters on top of yo roof so I call them snoopy

He had got scared now he all inside his drawls pooting

We be knocking off to many niggas better start recruiting

Finna hit a dude inside his shit if he start acting stupid

I love putting niggas in the grave I might go work with cupid

He be talking out his mouth with words I'm finna make him chew it

These niggas ain't using they mind I'm finna make him lose it

All my young niggas really bout it bitch the really Ruthless

I shot a nigga in his eye let's see if he see through it

You see me pop out anywhere you know my stick included

I gotta stick with a drum all these niggas running

Just like a dog taking a shit bitch we really dumping

If we pull up somebody dying we don't shoot for nothing

Somebody try one of my brothers know Lii Ruthless coming

I'm out of mind and out of sight you ain't gone see me coming

These bullets going back to back it sound like this bitch humming

Like a nigga scared to take a hit let's get this jumping

Draco trip a nigga on his face sense he think he bumping