YB Flow
Haha caught that nigga slipping with his top down
We ain't make a sound only thing you heard was baw baw
She ain't like when I was down but now she giving top now
And Ian gotta say her name y'all know who I'm talm bout
It's MurderMeezy Nigga leave you bloody on the scene
That choppa hit a Nigga got him leaking out his jeans
Just pour up the Henny Ian fucking with no lean
You can call me Freddy Krueger how I pop up in your dreams
Heard what I said we gone leave a Nigga dead
Shoutout my nigga lil top I gotta give that nigga cred
You Niggas flexing all that money out you living in a shed
Spot a opp he get dropped sending 50 to his head
Roll with me I'll show you I'm a G
Rapping like I'm Yb but don't forget I can sing (Bitch I can sing)
Big booty bitch I think she came straight outta Texas
I ain't gone cap I ate her booty like it's breakfast
She gave me head while we was riding in a Lexus
But she won't be with me she said that I'm too selfish
She kinda right I couldn't care about a ho
I hit it once and after that she gotta go
They think I'm striping how a nigga play with poles
Ima up that 44 I'ma aim it at your nose bitch
Uh we gone aim it at his nose
Yeah my wrist on froze
Lil hoe bitch I'm icy
Diamonds on me pricey
Shoutout my boy Mikey
Shawty gave me top and I just rated it a Hi- C
Uh yeah shawty what's your name
Come give me some brain
Come and make it sloppy
Shawty give me toppy
Tounge long just like froppy
Shawty gave me head cause she off adderall and moxy
Uh just like pills my opps wanna pop me
Ion be speeding but the police tryna stop me
They wanna see my blood spilled they tryna mop me
These niggas they don't like me man they tryna drop me
Uh uh yeah I'm sipping lean uh
Chilling with a fiend uh
She on go she green uh
Uh yeah
No my cup ain't clean uh
Shawty say I'm mean uh
Passed her to the team uh
Boom Bow
Now I got em' tryna run now
That lil boy ain't have his head on
We caught that lil boy lacking and they did em' dead wrong
Man I swear that I was cooling and that bitch wouldn't leave me lone
Popped him in his head just to see that nigga brain
Ridding in a Bently bitch I'm driving the musain
Them niggas don't like me all them pussy niggas lame
I just want the money I ain't in it for the fame
We ain't make a sound only thing you heard was baw baw
She ain't like when I was down but now she giving top now
And Ian gotta say her name y'all know who I'm talm bout
It's MurderMeezy Nigga leave you bloody on the scene
That choppa hit a Nigga got him leaking out his jeans
Just pour up the Henny Ian fucking with no lean
You can call me Freddy Krueger how I pop up in your dreams
Heard what I said we gone leave a Nigga dead
Shoutout my nigga lil top I gotta give that nigga cred
You Niggas flexing all that money out you living in a shed
Spot a opp he get dropped sending 50 to his head
Roll with me I'll show you I'm a G
Rapping like I'm Yb but don't forget I can sing (Bitch I can sing)
Big booty bitch I think she came straight outta Texas
I ain't gone cap I ate her booty like it's breakfast
She gave me head while we was riding in a Lexus
But she won't be with me she said that I'm too selfish
She kinda right I couldn't care about a ho
I hit it once and after that she gotta go
They think I'm striping how a nigga play with poles
Ima up that 44 I'ma aim it at your nose bitch
Uh we gone aim it at his nose
Yeah my wrist on froze
Lil hoe bitch I'm icy
Diamonds on me pricey
Shoutout my boy Mikey
Shawty gave me top and I just rated it a Hi- C
Uh yeah shawty what's your name
Come give me some brain
Come and make it sloppy
Shawty give me toppy
Tounge long just like froppy
Shawty gave me head cause she off adderall and moxy
Uh just like pills my opps wanna pop me
Ion be speeding but the police tryna stop me
They wanna see my blood spilled they tryna mop me
These niggas they don't like me man they tryna drop me
Uh uh yeah I'm sipping lean uh
Chilling with a fiend uh
She on go she green uh
Uh yeah
No my cup ain't clean uh
Shawty say I'm mean uh
Passed her to the team uh
Boom Bow
Now I got em' tryna run now
That lil boy ain't have his head on
We caught that lil boy lacking and they did em' dead wrong
Man I swear that I was cooling and that bitch wouldn't leave me lone
Popped him in his head just to see that nigga brain
Ridding in a Bently bitch I'm driving the musain
Them niggas don't like me all them pussy niggas lame
I just want the money I ain't in it for the fame
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Writer(s): Tyler White
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