Flow God (feat. GDN Ghost)

A lot of sacks urlacher
Usain run faster
Yes I love Michael Jackson but we ain't fond of walking backwards
Supply the drugs Ronald Reagan
Make a movie Wes Kraven
Politic with white women name the coke Sarah Palin
Make a pie Sarah lee
Cooking up Paula Dean
Broadcast Larry King
Stevie Wonder with the keys
At the ground floor but we started in the basement
Six rings like I'm Jordan but I'm Gucci with the bracelet
Jeff Gordon when I'm racing Andretti when it's foreign
Got a little bitch from London but her name ain't Lauren
Transporter Jason Statham
Women love me Channing Tatum
Bank account Donald Trump
Ricky with the pump
Lennox with the blunt
Touchdown off the punt
DMX and Sisqo tell me what these bitches want
Two doors then it's called a coupe
She look familiar probably your boo
Last night with no clothes
With the gang throwing Fours
Making snaps with the pole
Backwoods with the sticks yeah they calling me country
Trap booming and shit every call I make money
While You facebooking and making reels
With a mid bitch with no basic skills
You Neo stuck in the matrix still
I'm John Wick when I make a kill
When I make a kill I'm John Wick
And you can die over that dog (that dog shit)

We handle beef like butchers in deli's
If I take shots at my goal I bet I'm gon net it
If its every a problem
You know we correct it
Your pockets small anorexic
We get that cash 65 is my exit
We beat your ass just to teach you a lesson
He burning bridge so he fuck up his blessings
Still make money in my sleep but I ain't resting
Flipping the pack and still making investments
Man I'm so high in the sky like a crescent
I knew I'm gon win it was already destined
I stay with that Smitty that shit is my bestie
You acting real silly get pop like a Pepsi
Hold up Freeze pause for a second
You speaking indirect and I'ma address it
All on the internet typing aggressive
You not insured that you'll be progressive
We bout that cash you can tell by the gestures

Hand on my piece get shot with this glock quick
Janitorial cause I stay with the mop stick
Not texting back cause I gotta stay toxic
And I stay dripping like a trap house faucet

If it ain't bout money keep it brief like boxers
Late night in the streets we gonna creep like possums
Drip like a leak on the beat can't stop it
Had to go and get a check up no doctor

CPA with the numbers
I got two bitches fucking
Just found out they was cousins
They blow like bugles and trumpets

We had the whole trap jumping
Block on lock they made nothing
Like a daredevil I'm stunting
You couldn't score so you punt it bitch



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Writer(s): Kristopher Davis
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