Same Flows
I'm in a trance
Off codeine and dope
I can't feel my body
I'm not even floating
My chain got a skull
These niggas be clones
I make sure they know
I'm on top of them folks
And what is the point
In buying that strap
If it's just for show
Because I know you won't blow it
And I do not mean
The ones who get active
I mean the boys who ain't
Nothing but hoes
Who talk on the gram
Who crossing your mans
You must be bisexual
Because you're not a man
And I got this gas
It's in high demand
I make your biweekly
By around 2am
I'm straight to the cash
I won't give a damn
If you speak on shit
That won't bring me a band
Can't trust any man
Fuck a right hand
These niggas will cross you
These niggas is Lance
I've been here before
Y'all really don't know
Them cameras been on me
I don't strike a pose
I bought some new clothes
You couldn't afford
She hammered off molly
Can't fuck her no more
I'm tired of these hoes
Girl you got to go
I'll dial an Uber and cover the toll
And I'm going ghost
On all of these folks
They won't see my name
Until I'm Platinum or Gold
(Okay, yessir, let's get it)
I'm from the North side, ATL, so cool
I get my checks advanced, I never lose
I heard you fucked on a model hoe, me too
But mine got more followers than her and you
I be on drugs too much, that's true
But please try this pill real quick
Be in my shoes
I heard you fucked on a model hoe, me too
But mine got more followers than her and you
Run this shit up, no athlete
Ain't a fuck nigga could pass me
Got your bitch, I beat it up like Bobby Lashley
Keep the strap, cause I run off on
Plugs that try to tax me
What's up girl, what's good with you
Say that she was from Peru
Love my foreign tings
Knew I had to tap that afternoon
He a bitch, that boy Caillou
Lean I sip, feel just like Juice
See this whip, man this bitch move
Not a Lambo, but it zoom
I'm too crazy for that shit talk
I might up the clip and boom
Fuck a night time with a mask
Do that shit mid afternoon
At the nightwalk, this that vice talk
In Miami, pink and blue
Smoke Gelato, then I cruise
Feel about higher than the moon
CJB
(Okay, yessir, let's get it)
I'm from the North side, ATL, so cool
I get my checks advanced, I never lose
I heard you fucked on a model hoe, me too
But mine got more followers than her and you
I be on drugs too much, that's true
But please try this pill real quick
Be in my shoes
I heard you fucked on a model hoe, me too
But mine got more followers than her and you
Off codeine and dope
I can't feel my body
I'm not even floating
My chain got a skull
These niggas be clones
I make sure they know
I'm on top of them folks
And what is the point
In buying that strap
If it's just for show
Because I know you won't blow it
And I do not mean
The ones who get active
I mean the boys who ain't
Nothing but hoes
Who talk on the gram
Who crossing your mans
You must be bisexual
Because you're not a man
And I got this gas
It's in high demand
I make your biweekly
By around 2am
I'm straight to the cash
I won't give a damn
If you speak on shit
That won't bring me a band
Can't trust any man
Fuck a right hand
These niggas will cross you
These niggas is Lance
I've been here before
Y'all really don't know
Them cameras been on me
I don't strike a pose
I bought some new clothes
You couldn't afford
She hammered off molly
Can't fuck her no more
I'm tired of these hoes
Girl you got to go
I'll dial an Uber and cover the toll
And I'm going ghost
On all of these folks
They won't see my name
Until I'm Platinum or Gold
(Okay, yessir, let's get it)
I'm from the North side, ATL, so cool
I get my checks advanced, I never lose
I heard you fucked on a model hoe, me too
But mine got more followers than her and you
I be on drugs too much, that's true
But please try this pill real quick
Be in my shoes
I heard you fucked on a model hoe, me too
But mine got more followers than her and you
Run this shit up, no athlete
Ain't a fuck nigga could pass me
Got your bitch, I beat it up like Bobby Lashley
Keep the strap, cause I run off on
Plugs that try to tax me
What's up girl, what's good with you
Say that she was from Peru
Love my foreign tings
Knew I had to tap that afternoon
He a bitch, that boy Caillou
Lean I sip, feel just like Juice
See this whip, man this bitch move
Not a Lambo, but it zoom
I'm too crazy for that shit talk
I might up the clip and boom
Fuck a night time with a mask
Do that shit mid afternoon
At the nightwalk, this that vice talk
In Miami, pink and blue
Smoke Gelato, then I cruise
Feel about higher than the moon
CJB
(Okay, yessir, let's get it)
I'm from the North side, ATL, so cool
I get my checks advanced, I never lose
I heard you fucked on a model hoe, me too
But mine got more followers than her and you
I be on drugs too much, that's true
But please try this pill real quick
Be in my shoes
I heard you fucked on a model hoe, me too
But mine got more followers than her and you
Credits
Writer(s): Charles Burnette
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.