Flow
Yea, No cap
Whole lotta drip when I walk
Whole lotta guap when I talk
Double cup sippin on wock
Hide a couple bands in my sock
Smoking on gas, propane
Water on my neck like rain
Gotcho bitch givin me brain
The blunt full of mary jane
Balmain pants on fleek
Stacking up mills like meek
Smoking on gas I reek
You a bird bitch give me beak
Buss down the Patek Philippe
Always got court side seats
Hit it from the back, she shriek
Choppa hit a nigga in his cheek
Look at my drip don't slip
Balmain pants got rips
I'm inna trap wit a zip
My right hand stay on a grip
Two tone drip gone flood
Sippin onna whole lotta mud
I got this shit out the mud
The wockheardt look like blood
(Cartier) The plug sell the pack for the low
Well nigga give me that I gotta go
I was fucking from the back on your hoe
Back then I was been having rolls
Pussy Nigga yea you know he a stain
Nowadays imma just get the brain
Whole zip of the new octane
Put the pints on a all black range
Heard you ducking all the motherfucking smoke
Last night was a move, she on go
Put the racks in the bag then I go
Got a white hoe snorting on the blow
She said cartier please come through
I said why I don't even wanna screw
Bring a friend we can fuck by the two
I guess the bitch ain't take my clue
You can see my diamonds hitting at night
Got a pit bull and that nigga bite
Hit the Shoe store gotta get right
Cut the cake all my niggas get a slice (Slatt)
Whole lotta drip when I walk
Whole lotta guap when I talk
Double cup sippin on wock
Hide a couple bands in my sock
Smoking on gas, propane
Water on my neck like rain
Gotcho bitch givin me brain
The blunt full of mary jane
Balmain pants on fleek
Stacking up mills like meek
Smoking on gas I reek
You a bird bitch give me beak
Buss down the Patek Philippe
Always got court side seats
Hit it from the back, she shriek
Choppa hit a nigga in his cheek
Look at my drip don't slip
Balmain pants got rips
I'm inna trap wit a zip
My right hand stay on a grip
Two tone drip gone flood
Sippin onna whole lotta mud
I got this shit out the mud
The wockheardt look like blood
(Cartier) The plug sell the pack for the low
Well nigga give me that I gotta go
I was fucking from the back on your hoe
Back then I was been having rolls
Pussy Nigga yea you know he a stain
Nowadays imma just get the brain
Whole zip of the new octane
Put the pints on a all black range
Heard you ducking all the motherfucking smoke
Last night was a move, she on go
Put the racks in the bag then I go
Got a white hoe snorting on the blow
She said cartier please come through
I said why I don't even wanna screw
Bring a friend we can fuck by the two
I guess the bitch ain't take my clue
You can see my diamonds hitting at night
Got a pit bull and that nigga bite
Hit the Shoe store gotta get right
Cut the cake all my niggas get a slice (Slatt)
Credits
Writer(s): Kaleb Atta
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