Wisconsin Flow
I hop out the drop, 30 on me
Lets make a movie
Im all in ya bitch, gangstas with me
She acting bougie
I told her to stop, playing with me
Ya nigga doofie
And bitch I'm a dog, say it with me
She call me Snoopy
Or Scooby, or Scrappy
Or whatever the fuck that I say so
I pull up with big choppas in trunk
I sail up with dracos, with Draco
And when it go
Lil nigga you better lay low
Better watch my temper
Cause I'm quick to pop
Like a bottle of Faygo
She think my drip is too fuego
I tell that bitch get down, or lay low
One track minded, Im all about pesos
Gotta watch out for 12
Cause we riding with dracos
Be ready to do as I say so
Front of the line, I move w a tempo
She trynna move to the bed, and get sinful
Im tryna count up the breash, make it triple
Im tryna count up the breash, make it triple
Bitch open ya legs, I dive in the middle
Its simple, liquor, weed, shrooms
Keep me calm, from me busting my mental
When I hop on these beat
Yeah this shit be so simple
Its like I'm just smoking
On calm instrumentals
Like you need a Qu3st verse
Man this shit is essential
Hold on, these niggas be rapping about
All this shit that they dont do
I ride with this choppas, automatics
We call that bitch pro tools
Never gotta worry bout dollar
When you on that block
You make that dope move
On my momma, Ima count the commas
Im the Dali lama, making dope moves
My glock turn burrito, it come fully loaded
They stealing my swag, and think I wouldn't notice
She driving a boat, and dont know what a boat is
It's oh double dee, and bitch you better know this
I throw my trey, and bitch you know my jacking
It's oh double dee, and bitch I'm known for spazzing
I'm more like a verb, I'm really all about action
You get flagged by some demons
Yo life start to flashing
Flashing, passing, dashing
This a big chop, dirty bastard
Extended the clip, extending the tragics
Told that bitch, hold it get low
Now we acting
At first I was humble, now I be spazzing
I saw ya mans, in the butt of my ashes
I took ya bitch, now she a addict
Hold on baby, dont touch on my fabrics
Better watch what you say to me
Better watch out what u saying
Shook up sprite, open
Bitch a get the spraying
Send a kite, sunny days are probably coming
Late at night, when my bullets get the dumping
Frontline, like a nigga good in school
On point, like a pencil number two
Rockstar, ain't no time for fucking fools
Lets make a movie
Im all in ya bitch, gangstas with me
She acting bougie
I told her to stop, playing with me
Ya nigga doofie
And bitch I'm a dog, say it with me
She call me Snoopy
Or Scooby, or Scrappy
Or whatever the fuck that I say so
I pull up with big choppas in trunk
I sail up with dracos, with Draco
And when it go
Lil nigga you better lay low
Better watch my temper
Cause I'm quick to pop
Like a bottle of Faygo
She think my drip is too fuego
I tell that bitch get down, or lay low
One track minded, Im all about pesos
Gotta watch out for 12
Cause we riding with dracos
Be ready to do as I say so
Front of the line, I move w a tempo
She trynna move to the bed, and get sinful
Im tryna count up the breash, make it triple
Im tryna count up the breash, make it triple
Bitch open ya legs, I dive in the middle
Its simple, liquor, weed, shrooms
Keep me calm, from me busting my mental
When I hop on these beat
Yeah this shit be so simple
Its like I'm just smoking
On calm instrumentals
Like you need a Qu3st verse
Man this shit is essential
Hold on, these niggas be rapping about
All this shit that they dont do
I ride with this choppas, automatics
We call that bitch pro tools
Never gotta worry bout dollar
When you on that block
You make that dope move
On my momma, Ima count the commas
Im the Dali lama, making dope moves
My glock turn burrito, it come fully loaded
They stealing my swag, and think I wouldn't notice
She driving a boat, and dont know what a boat is
It's oh double dee, and bitch you better know this
I throw my trey, and bitch you know my jacking
It's oh double dee, and bitch I'm known for spazzing
I'm more like a verb, I'm really all about action
You get flagged by some demons
Yo life start to flashing
Flashing, passing, dashing
This a big chop, dirty bastard
Extended the clip, extending the tragics
Told that bitch, hold it get low
Now we acting
At first I was humble, now I be spazzing
I saw ya mans, in the butt of my ashes
I took ya bitch, now she a addict
Hold on baby, dont touch on my fabrics
Better watch what you say to me
Better watch out what u saying
Shook up sprite, open
Bitch a get the spraying
Send a kite, sunny days are probably coming
Late at night, when my bullets get the dumping
Frontline, like a nigga good in school
On point, like a pencil number two
Rockstar, ain't no time for fucking fools
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Writer(s): Chris Olivo
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