Zzz Flow

I been in the game for so long
I don't know which way out of here
Riding with the drum
We go dump like it Friday here
How you, Gangsta? I see you on paper
I don't fuck with tellers
Fly like a feather. I rock Gucci headers
I live for the better
Smoke on some thrax. This shit is so fucking loud
I can't even feel my chest
We ain't going to let that peewee ass nigga on top
We at his neck
I sold a gram for $250
While I skrt off in Q50s ong
Drop em; man down, like, who did it?
Get off that work like Houdini
Two choppas, we drop them
We should put them on the list
We upping shit mane fuck they fist
Ice is so cold I'm feeling sick, ugh
Bagchasin' on top of shit
Dropping shit fuck a nigga, say
You thought my ass was in art class the way this choppa spray
Yeah, my flow before it time while I'm just slidin' with K5
Buy me a honey Dutch with these 30
Naw, you can't slide
Make a clothing line up out of his blood
Goddamn, he made tie-dye
Talk about BCB; nigga, we open shots like the 4th of July on God
(On god)(hey)
(Make a clothing line up out of his blood.)
(Goddamn, he made tie-dye.)
Fr tho
Bag-chasin'
Pop my shit though
That bag
Yeah
Hey
Ain't no stopping shit
Thought we cut down trees, we got them sticks
Oh yeah, I'm popping, bitch
Fuck on your hoe, and then we made a flick
In the bay, making these pick-and-rolls
You know we had to switch
Yeah, my mind was stuck on that paper
So I'm blind to that fuck shit
I've been hustling' since a toddler freed my niggas out of that cage
Fuck that eating you go starve today turned up like holiday
Put a hit on yo ass getcho ass hit nigga in broad day
Bagchasin' we getting shit off nigga like a closed case ong
And it closed the case
And it's closed case, yeah
BagChasin' we get to nose played
Wipe his hose now nigga closed casket
Getcho ass hit like an angry baby