Onna Flo

See I'm him but I won't crash about no hoe
Money seven foot I call it Bamba feel like Mo
If you ain't the gang then you can't hang up in this row
They ain't think that I can do it, now this shit up on the flo

Had to go get it, I can't sit out with my hand
Couple months later, nigga touched a couple bands
I cant even fuck with nigga's Ben Frank
My only friend

But I know chasin' that pape, gon' keep me well until to the end
She say I'm a wise guy
Play me like a hoe, it ain't gon' be no Mr. Nice Guy
Ex stalkin' my page, I had to get her off the timeline
Brody in the field like Michael Oher ain't no blindside

Genius with this money, and these numbers two timess Einstein
Too much shit up on my chest
She just tryna fuck on gang, this hoe be acting like the rest
Say we can link but I don't wanna text
Ima beat from the back then I put her to rest
Feel like I'm Mario, keep me a vest with a badass bitch from the east and the west
If it ain't Blue, I'm okay with chasin' green
We ball like the Warriors, come join the winning team
Heard you talking bout some comp, boy you a fucking rook
Two K Twenty Three ain't no LeBron, we ball like Devin Book

Ball like Devin Book
Every time I pop out make these bitches look
So nigga look, I been a vet nigga never been a rook
Come on pop out, niggas shook
Bitch, Onna flo this tenfour
Don't give a fuck if they know me I still hop out let it hang out the window
Who the fuck is we smoking, we smoking his kin folk
Getting this money you niggas just been broke

ARP Big, this bitch got a kick though
Supercharged, don't need no tint though
Gone
I got a hoe tryna hit up my phone
Hit her one time then I leave her alone
Run up a check cause they know I'm up next
When I drop all this shit keep my foot on they neck.



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Writer(s): Mal Turner
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