Flooded (GO)

Look at my wrist it's flooded
I cannot listen to critiques these niggas be buggin
Hop on this bitch and run it, me and my niggas on go
You know that we hunting
Niggas let's keep it a hundred
Your necklace ain't gold let alone all the diamonds you fronting
I put the chop to his stomach
Then he started Forest Gumpin, that nigga running
Imma be real I cannot fuck with you niggas
Yea let's keep it a bean, I got a beam
30 On bottoms of glocks, we put him on the paper with this magazine
Pussy boy run up on me, make him lean, the feds be building the case
The only thing on me, my chain that will ever link
Imma put bread in his face, take off his mind if he ever trying to think
That he can come and replace, a nigga like me
I got to get to the bag like I got a duffle addiction
Pour the prescription, i'm pouring yellow in Styrofoam
Look like a nigga was pissing, i'm in Detroit
I got these buffs on the hardwood
Nigga i'm watching the Pistons, can't do it by choice
They wanna ask just how hard would, they have to go the riches
Giving him stitches, XXX on my glock cause it came with extensions
Give him extinction, shot at his head cause I
Wanna know what he's thinking

I'm in the Lincoln, Abraham glock to back of his head my shit won't jam
Bitches they know i'm the man, wish a nigga try to take some, cut off his hand
Bitch i'm just running through bands
I been supplying cause there's always gone be demands
I kill that boy where he stand, 35 in the blunt but I made a hundred grand
I'm on the stage locked in
They do it for Cam, now they can shut up
You talking to damn much while i'm beating up
Bitch you gone fuck my nut up
Yea, I just killed his nigga, don't care if it come up
Niggas know i'm on a come up, better be careful if your plan is to run up
Nigga like me keep his gun tucked, only way to survive is if you got dumb luck



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Writer(s): Camrhen Blevins
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