F.R. 379 Flow

Always with a bronco, you can't do this with a mustang
Step into the wild, you can see us and we untamed
Also if you want to, you can turn into a bloodstain
Drop your body and then let the mickeys make the mud rain

Haters really like the sound, but tell you it don't bang
This why, if I do not like your shit, then I won't say a thang
This why if you keep your mouth in check
Then I won't have to swag
This why you should check yo mirrors, fo' you switching in my lane

You thinking that you lit, but you is so lame
Even in yo city they don't know you, you got no name
And We can Hear it in yo music, you felt no pain
You aint struggled thru, now yo lyrics ain't got no flames
You can't catch me off guard cause it ain't no days
That I will not take your wig off better get that rogaine
I'm a marksman you just blastin off that cocaine
Take one shot at you and then I leave your ass with no brains
Wild West if you want this shit like it's the old days
Blast you in the street, this ain't a game and you get no saves
I'll be honest with you, you ain't fillin no grave
Unmarked at the base of a tree, ain't carvin no names

I'm in my box state baby, you don't want to play me
If you got that pay me, you don't want me waiting
Got my 0372's they scanning
They already know about them pistols that he packin'
They all ready waitin for the word to dispatch him
You ain't never met no demons like this, just ask them
Grown so much dope I know the feds wanted to catch me
But if they ever had, they woulda probably wanna match me
It's Colorado do you have to ask me
Golden goat growing to my shoulders then it past me

You can act tough but I see that bitch in your bones
I bet your daddy used to gallavant around like a hoe
You grew in a house, a silver spoon on ya throne
I grew up no silverware
Cause wa'nt no food in my home
Heard The state coming, gotta get the house up to code
Get the spray and pop the rodents til the rats was all gone,
Still do the same so if you squeak just know im blasting a hole
And I'm smarter than You, you ain't get nun past me at all

I got 15 killers on that Martian shit
They blasting rockets at your body send your soul up with the stars and ships
And Ill be honest with you I don't think that you the one to be starting shit
Cause we all pushing buttons no ignitions how we start the whips

You know if you lose yo mommas key y'all would be so fucked
Better get to choppin with yo feet and catch that short bus
You ain't ever shopping like you me now, cause you got no bucks
No luck, your god had gave up on you long ago, he still give no fucks
They say count your chickens once they hatch butchu got goose eggs
Absolutely nothing you got no ducks
Your lady had to deuce out, because it's absolutely no cucks
The boys are watching you now, so you best not choke up

No open casket I ain't sorry to your momma
That exit wound on your sweater lookin like it's her lasagna
Now 100 shells is in the whip but we wa'nt making pasta
I'll Still turn you to a noodle, then I'll marinara sauce ya...

You is talkin bout the jungle, bout yo cousin and ya uncle
Bout them shooters rolling thru
And who be talkin to them undos
Every hour of the night you say that you have heard them guns go
Step into my woods this shit is unknown
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Writer(s): Tyler Watkins
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