Wutang Flow

We on? Lets go Ay man Im so ma fuckin critical with this ma fuckin pen and pad man
Niggas talking crazy man Real shit Nigga I do this shit nigga
Ooohh I hope I don't fuck I wont Fuck up
It's Great baby

Im you're idol your highest title numero uno
Heavy in the streets like I'm sumo I hustle mucho
My bitch mixed call her two tone she get the new dough
Infactuated with Gucci and taking trip to shoe stores
My groups having, group meetings you in a group home
Business attire suits on kicking that fire judo
Pick any rapper you know, who trapping pack off two phones
And rapping facts with trues on hotter than some menudo
I trap that with folks with backpacks of dope
Her ass fat fa sho I past that to bro
I cash back with codes big black bags of coke
With trash bags of dough we some assholes fa sho
My sixteens be spiritual big dream material
Just make me so lyrical fake kings un-imperial
Just that boom bang blow who came close
Cash rules everything around me Wu-tang flow



Credits
Writer(s): Michael Phillips
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