My Flow

My flow, my flow
My flame to the flow, who that nigga got shot
Oh no
Not talking bout money, not talking bout racks
They poe
You hustling backwards
Yeah I can put you on my payroll
They know how it go

They know how it go
Told em come get some money
Cause these niggas be broke
And no that shit not funny

They bitch wanna be with a dummy
That's why that nigga so bummy
You making me laugh you so funny
But you can not get nothing from me

Hit the bitch told her don't get too comfy
Wrap it up like a mummy

The bitch wanna starve that's okay
No more food for her tummy

We is not cool with these rappers
No we not buddy buddy

And if I didn't make it today
Baby will you still love me

Heard he fumbled the bag niggas clumsy
Niggas lame, niggas gumpy

Niggas hate, niggas mad, niggas grumpy
But I'm back in my Duffy

I'm back in my Duffy
I'm back in my bag
You back in yo bag
But yo bag be the trash

And you better not put yo hand in my stash
Look at the wrist man it's water it splash

You looking at me and it's making you sad
These niggas wanna be me it's making me mad
Making me mad, making me rage
Rock out the show when we walk on the stage

Told momma we can't do minimum wage
End of the story we flipping the page
Turn my shit up turn up the bass
Gas got me stuck take me to space

No forty two dugg make the bitch say her grace
If you not gone bless get the fuck out my face

Mo money mo problems, shout out to mace
We in and we out, ain't leaving no trace

Backspace delete em, we get em erased

Run after money, no bitch ima chase
No bitch ima chase
But we run this shit like it's a race

They in love with my flow, my flow
Got my flame to the flow, who that nigga got shot
Oh no
Not getting no money, not getting no racks
They poe
I told her if she fuck me good ima throw her ass on my payroll
(Fuck me good, fuck me good, fuck me good, fuck me good)

My flow is impeccable
Need three bands just to book me
So don't overlook me
Cause you know I fill up my schedule
I like my money flexible
I love smoking that medical
Just thinking ahead of you
Said I was dead to you
But you know that was hysterical
(Hahaa, hahaa)

Look for them snakes in the grass
Whole time they be right next to you
And nowadays you cannot talk to me
If we ain't talking decimals
They say they don't know bout this rap shit
At first they was skeptical
I told em all fuck off my dick
Get the fuck off my testicles
One call have my boy turn em vegetable
While I turn up a festival

And i don't know nun bout that body
I know that they getting too federal
(Shh)

Trench baby Taedo
He got the say so
Aht aht it's no no
Cause I got the I'll flow
These bitches mad yo
If you fuck with me
I'll never never stop tho
You gotta rock
Make yo shit pop
If it's a rap
The beat going out
But the music still slap
QT on the track they gone hate
But perhaps they don't know

They in love with my flow
My flow