Studio. (Flossin')

Slat uh
Slat, uh, yeah, yeah, okay
Ayy, D.P. plug me up

Juice hella flavor, rap undertaker
Girl from the hills and she shake a money maker (Yeah)
Heard it all before, you can take it to the door
They be lying to your face, it be hurting to the core, yeah
Rap shit, I does it, shit ain't really nothing
Treat it like I'm Wheezy and I rise right above it
Haters gonna hate, but I know they really love it
Niggas can't relate, yet be taking from your plate

When you bossing, flossing, better take precaution
Cold world, I'ma call it Steve Austin
Tell me something, tell me something that I don't know
Music my escape, I take it to the studio
Bossing, flossing, better take precaution
Cold world, I'ma call it Steve Austin
Tell me something, tell me something that I don't know
Music my escape, I take it to the studio

Bitches say they miss me, niggas quick to diss me
At the top and I'm hot, smoking like a chimney
Goes around, comes back around like a frisbee
See me getting cheese, you would think I'm talking Disney
Quiet, no suppressor, smoking on the pressure
Bitch, give me knowledge, so I call her my professor
Flows, I be switching, cause these niggas wasn't getting
That I do this rap shit, do it for the cabbage
Pocket watching while you leeching
In my pocket steady reaching
Listen, I'ma teach it, no more fighting, no more beefing
Looks be deceiving, that's why niggas ain't believing
Overdosing from the pain, addy got me tweaking

Bossing, flossing, better take precaution
Cold world, I'ma call it Steve Austin
Tell me something, tell me something that I don't know
Music my escape, I take it to the studio
Bossing, flossing, better take precaution
Cold world, I'ma call it Steve Austin
Tell me something, tell me something that I don't know
Music my escape, I take it to the studio

Ay, D.P. plug me up



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Writer(s): Joshua Smith
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