Residual Flow
I got the juice
Ima dog i'm running
Off the loose
A lonesome nigga
Fuck a group
I can't fuck with
These parties cause
Niggas gone shoot (Shoot!)
Nothing like hotboy
Post up on the block like a hotboy
Get it gone till we on and
We pop boy
But let's jam to this shit like
A high point
Grind, shine never know
You gone see tomorrow
Let em' leave when we pull ya card
If you sleep then dream for the stars
Lost control with no handlebars
Been through shit you can smell my scars
Kept my faith and my trust in God
Kept my faith and my trust in God
I can't go nowhere without none my niggas
I'm true to the code dawg you know how it go
Ten hour drive to Ny i ain't booked a resort
I'm just hoping that they buy my flows
Switch out the whip like it's GTA
Speed up the ETA never say
I'm moving slow
I might call this shit Residual Flow
Make you throw Twenty Racks out on the floor
Mash on the gas can you keep up
Might be the night ima tweak up
Might buy a sprite a two liter
And pour up a four by the liter
Beat yo hoe down then i leave her
Just had to make her a believer
This that Residual Flow for my niggas
You know who ain't have shit
Pull up to the store with a dollar
Loud ass babymama who scream
You ain't bout shit
Shoutout to them niggas who hate
False ball and claim but live in they mom shit
Ain't got a dime to ya name
But trust in the gang
You stuck in that mob shit
Ima dog i'm running
Off the loose
A lonesome nigga
Fuck a group
I can't fuck with
These parties cause
Niggas gone shoot (Shoot!)
Nothing like hotboy
Post up on the block like a hotboy
Get it gone till we on and
We pop boy
But let's jam to this shit like
A high point
Grind, shine never know
You gone see tomorrow
Let em' leave when we pull ya card
If you sleep then dream for the stars
Lost control with no handlebars
Been through shit you can smell my scars
Kept my faith and my trust in God
Kept my faith and my trust in God
I can't go nowhere without none my niggas
I'm true to the code dawg you know how it go
Ten hour drive to Ny i ain't booked a resort
I'm just hoping that they buy my flows
Switch out the whip like it's GTA
Speed up the ETA never say
I'm moving slow
I might call this shit Residual Flow
Make you throw Twenty Racks out on the floor
Mash on the gas can you keep up
Might be the night ima tweak up
Might buy a sprite a two liter
And pour up a four by the liter
Beat yo hoe down then i leave her
Just had to make her a believer
This that Residual Flow for my niggas
You know who ain't have shit
Pull up to the store with a dollar
Loud ass babymama who scream
You ain't bout shit
Shoutout to them niggas who hate
False ball and claim but live in they mom shit
Ain't got a dime to ya name
But trust in the gang
You stuck in that mob shit
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Writer(s): Brian Jackson
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