Jason Flow
WOO HOO
YEA
AIGHT
Nigga broke
Talm bout he want smoke
AK Crack his yoke
Fuck yo dope
We move blow in slopes
Street ties ain't no ropes
Rifle scopes
Aiming at yo throat
Cuz u said a quote
Took a trip
Grabbed a bunch bricks
Talm bout throwin bows
Numbers low
We don't talk on phones
If you know you know
Look at me
Dis my murder face
Dis my jason flow
Look at me
Dis my money dance
Fuck around cut a rug
Not a trick
But she call me daddy
Because I'ma thug
I RAN it up
And I RAN it back
I'm IRANian
I'm CHARGED up
And I'm on a JET
I'm LaDainian
All the opps
Calling all the opps
Watchu gon do about it
Ain't no witness
I leave niggas red
Just cuz he knew about it
Out the mud I had to grew up out it moving powder since the googoogaga
Shittin on niggas yea I'm movin bowels
Dis my own drip dis my own style
Recession coming know you heard about it
Nigga I'ma go flip a bird about it
If earth is flat its cuz I vacuum sealed it
Nigga I was tryna get some money out it
M.A.R.B.A.C.H
I might put some niggas on just to up the fkn stakes
Nigga B.L.A.N.C.O road
I might go touch the block cuz everything I touch is gold
Nigga FM78
I'm filling hella plates
I got H.O.E.s drivin I ont touch no breaks
Nigga B.R.I.C.K.S. yes nigga
Flex nigga we gon celebrate
Booted up
Yea I'm booted up
Fuck you thought it was
Feel like Tony
Feel like electricians
I keep making plugs
Feel like Goldie
All these hoes all on me
You like where my hug
Check the score
Niggas gon come and go
Nigga I'm still up
Fuck around
Wit that fuck around
End up fuckin up
Bodies nigga
On top bodies nigga
All you gon hear is Thuds
Bulletproof
All my windows dawg
Bitch I'm not gon die
Send them bitches
We gon see who mean it
Won't rob me alive
Hol up nigga
I say hold up nigga
I just heard a noise
I'm tip toein
Wit this chopper bro
Alexa play we dem boys
Put a towel over this bottle and shoot thru it
Ain't gon be to loud
I got ghost hunters
Tryna come to my crib
Cuz I bring demons out
Jason shit
Not gon chase a bitch
I'm gon pace n shit
I break some shit Cuz I can replace the shit
You ain't making shit
I can slide
And I can fade
I'm CANadian
I'm buckin quick
And I laser shit
I'm Tom Brady bitch
M.A.R.B.A.C.H
I might put some niggas on just to up the fkn stakes
Nigga B.L.A.N.C.O road
I might go touch the block cuz everything I touch is gold
Nigga FM78
I'm filling hella plates
I got H.O.E.s drivin I ont touch no breaks
Nigga B.R.I.C.K.S. yes nigga
Flex nigga we gon celebrate
YEA
AIGHT
Nigga broke
Talm bout he want smoke
AK Crack his yoke
Fuck yo dope
We move blow in slopes
Street ties ain't no ropes
Rifle scopes
Aiming at yo throat
Cuz u said a quote
Took a trip
Grabbed a bunch bricks
Talm bout throwin bows
Numbers low
We don't talk on phones
If you know you know
Look at me
Dis my murder face
Dis my jason flow
Look at me
Dis my money dance
Fuck around cut a rug
Not a trick
But she call me daddy
Because I'ma thug
I RAN it up
And I RAN it back
I'm IRANian
I'm CHARGED up
And I'm on a JET
I'm LaDainian
All the opps
Calling all the opps
Watchu gon do about it
Ain't no witness
I leave niggas red
Just cuz he knew about it
Out the mud I had to grew up out it moving powder since the googoogaga
Shittin on niggas yea I'm movin bowels
Dis my own drip dis my own style
Recession coming know you heard about it
Nigga I'ma go flip a bird about it
If earth is flat its cuz I vacuum sealed it
Nigga I was tryna get some money out it
M.A.R.B.A.C.H
I might put some niggas on just to up the fkn stakes
Nigga B.L.A.N.C.O road
I might go touch the block cuz everything I touch is gold
Nigga FM78
I'm filling hella plates
I got H.O.E.s drivin I ont touch no breaks
Nigga B.R.I.C.K.S. yes nigga
Flex nigga we gon celebrate
Booted up
Yea I'm booted up
Fuck you thought it was
Feel like Tony
Feel like electricians
I keep making plugs
Feel like Goldie
All these hoes all on me
You like where my hug
Check the score
Niggas gon come and go
Nigga I'm still up
Fuck around
Wit that fuck around
End up fuckin up
Bodies nigga
On top bodies nigga
All you gon hear is Thuds
Bulletproof
All my windows dawg
Bitch I'm not gon die
Send them bitches
We gon see who mean it
Won't rob me alive
Hol up nigga
I say hold up nigga
I just heard a noise
I'm tip toein
Wit this chopper bro
Alexa play we dem boys
Put a towel over this bottle and shoot thru it
Ain't gon be to loud
I got ghost hunters
Tryna come to my crib
Cuz I bring demons out
Jason shit
Not gon chase a bitch
I'm gon pace n shit
I break some shit Cuz I can replace the shit
You ain't making shit
I can slide
And I can fade
I'm CANadian
I'm buckin quick
And I laser shit
I'm Tom Brady bitch
M.A.R.B.A.C.H
I might put some niggas on just to up the fkn stakes
Nigga B.L.A.N.C.O road
I might go touch the block cuz everything I touch is gold
Nigga FM78
I'm filling hella plates
I got H.O.E.s drivin I ont touch no breaks
Nigga B.R.I.C.K.S. yes nigga
Flex nigga we gon celebrate
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Writer(s): Shannon Mcwashington
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