Flows

Yeah
Lil Ray, Lil Papi, P-Trill on it

I been on the grind
Money, all sorts 'cause I gotta get mine
I'm flippin' it back, that's pack after pack
Feeding the streets, now my pockets look fat, yeah, yeah, yeah
Building this muscle, I been on the hustle
Swimming in Ghost so they call me Bill Russell on track after track
Giving 'em heat, ain't no looking back 'cause
Money moves got me sitting
Chillin' in the trap
Got a lot of boss niggas and I still ain't meet a rat
Linking gang with the bands, got me pulling out the stacks
And ya bitch hit me up, got me hitting from the back
Got the customers calling my phone
Trap line is jumping, so you know I'm never home
Gotta show her something, taking Henny to the dome
And I always had the drip, Comme des Garçon

Ayo, what's good, it's Trill from the X (What's up?)
TK boys got our foots on their necks (Ah)
That's my word that we really up (Ayy, ayy)
Yeah, you already know the rest (Know the rest)
Lyrically gifted, never tryna flex
I'm typically with it if you wanna test
Stability, get it if you want a check
Specifically list it if you on a quest, wait, hol' on
Ayy, let me switch up for 'em
Nigga, you don't wanna test me
That's good advice for 'em (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
And I really want a bestie, a slim thick foreign (Bestie, ooh)
Her body and my shot, yeah, they got good form (Good form)
Let me pick then I pop, she open, I got a hunch
Make one, I'm hot and shawty got a soft touch
Double up, now that's something like a one-two punch
Everybody want the spot, but who really move clutch? Us

Papi, Trill and Ray, yeah, we feeling like the Migos
Smokin' on the gas, 'bout to pull up with the pre-rolls
Got a bad bitch, said I'm feeling like a hero
Shawty give me neck, now I'm feeling like Zero
Cutting all the bread like keto (Keto), watch how the beat flow
Papi, you goated and Trilly, you spazzed
Ray hopped on this beat like this might be his last
Niggas been grinding, been deep in they bag
Not worried 'bout who this, who that
I came out here to attack
Popped me a perky, I'm back on relapse
Swear I'm gon make it 'cause y'all got my back (Mmm)
My nigga Dae Bandz, yeah, he stay with the Mac
Never been talking 'bout laptop
Haven't missed yet like the rat flopped
Swear to God y'all been act wild hot
Spin blocks like how we run from the cops
Or how y'all ran from the opps
But I gotta say less, lame bitches doing way less
Me and Lil Ray counting big checks
I ain't talking old money like a T-Rex (Uh)
Know I had to flex, know I'm the best
Yeah, you know Papi put it to the test
We gon' show y'all niggas what's coming next, TK



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Writer(s): Jordan Lopez, Paul Valentine, Raymond Norris Jr
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