Li Rye Flow
Aye little bitch I want to see red
I ain't with the internet gimmicks I'm trying to leave him dead
I treat that nigga like a monkey ima knock him off his bed
My little niggas do hollows they don't give no fucks about no lead
I got a case for a nigga I'll be damned if you call me feds (ugh)
Now tell me what he said
Aye line him up ima barber shop ima chop him out his dreads
And I can sandwich a nigga don't ask me where I got the spread
Your niggas artificial with it mine don't need no fucking meds
Nah they don't need no meds nigga they just gone rock it out
They catch that boy right at Wendy's and they gone clock him out
They seen that boy with a choppa they had to walk em down
They tippy toe on a mission won't know they made a sound
Today they lucky day
Only three shots out the glock tomorrow bro gone get the drac
You better keep them kids inside I'll hate to see them in the way
Might get a set up, know he go for anything just take the bait
I got my mind over matter you know I'm feeling like poppa
They think I play for the rockets how I just step back and drop em'
Ain't think I'll be up in the store remember was window shopping
And getting all the eaters in the city, homies was hopping
And now a nigga having fun I'm working yeah it's getting done
Call him Kai I seen that nigga we don't do no one on ones
Who the momma? Who the daddy? Don't care we just want the son
No homo on a nigga we gone eat that boy up like it's lunch
And call me crazy little nigga don't want to see me go mad
I know they want to see me flop if not them niggas so sad
They put them niggas in the front and they had kept me in back
Now I done put them niggas last
Aye little bitch I want to see red
I ain't with the internet gimmicks I'm trying to leave him dead
I treat that nigga like a monkey ima knock him off his bed
My little niggas do hollows they don't give no fucks about no lead
I got a case for a nigga I'll be damned if you call me feds (ugh)
Now tell me what he said
Aye line him up ima barber shop ima chop him out his dreads
And I can sandwich a nigga don't ask me where I got the spread
Your niggas artificial with it mine don't need no fucking meds
I ain't with the internet gimmicks I'm trying to leave him dead
I treat that nigga like a monkey ima knock him off his bed
My little niggas do hollows they don't give no fucks about no lead
I got a case for a nigga I'll be damned if you call me feds (ugh)
Now tell me what he said
Aye line him up ima barber shop ima chop him out his dreads
And I can sandwich a nigga don't ask me where I got the spread
Your niggas artificial with it mine don't need no fucking meds
Nah they don't need no meds nigga they just gone rock it out
They catch that boy right at Wendy's and they gone clock him out
They seen that boy with a choppa they had to walk em down
They tippy toe on a mission won't know they made a sound
Today they lucky day
Only three shots out the glock tomorrow bro gone get the drac
You better keep them kids inside I'll hate to see them in the way
Might get a set up, know he go for anything just take the bait
I got my mind over matter you know I'm feeling like poppa
They think I play for the rockets how I just step back and drop em'
Ain't think I'll be up in the store remember was window shopping
And getting all the eaters in the city, homies was hopping
And now a nigga having fun I'm working yeah it's getting done
Call him Kai I seen that nigga we don't do no one on ones
Who the momma? Who the daddy? Don't care we just want the son
No homo on a nigga we gone eat that boy up like it's lunch
And call me crazy little nigga don't want to see me go mad
I know they want to see me flop if not them niggas so sad
They put them niggas in the front and they had kept me in back
Now I done put them niggas last
Aye little bitch I want to see red
I ain't with the internet gimmicks I'm trying to leave him dead
I treat that nigga like a monkey ima knock him off his bed
My little niggas do hollows they don't give no fucks about no lead
I got a case for a nigga I'll be damned if you call me feds (ugh)
Now tell me what he said
Aye line him up ima barber shop ima chop him out his dreads
And I can sandwich a nigga don't ask me where I got the spread
Your niggas artificial with it mine don't need no fucking meds
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Writer(s): Keshun Brown
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