Flee Or Live
Yeah, I'm callin' her lil pac because she tryna eat it up
She an infant, when she eat this dick, she tryna throw shit up
Niggas know I don't even play around, I'm keepin' that shit tucked
I remember we was goin' downtown, tryna ride the bus
Had to get up on my plays so I can get another buck
Call my sister, Lil' Miss Blick, because she tryna set it up
You can't fuck up all this hard work, so I can never cuff
My brother keep on pourin' Black Bacardi in a sippy cup
Make the whole block shake with the chop like a freaknik
Put hoes in position I never could keep
On the block all night, I can't even sleep
Told bro, get the fire, it's under the seat
My hands get dirty, ain't tryna be neat
Better stay out the sun, you can't take the heat
Had to thug shit out, we was deep in the streets
Can't move in the whip, then I'm hoppin' on feet
This za good smoke, so it's comin' with tax
It come in two flavors, just like Apple Jacks
I love when my bands put weight in the stack
Ayy, baby, I'm rare no knick and a knack
I got tired of bitches, they come and they go
Got in tune with that money, it come and it flow
If you cop you some gas, just know it's gon' smoke
The way she suck dick, I just know she a hoe
On the block 24-7, bitch, I gotta run it up
Bitch I'm deep up in the street, gotta keep somethin' in the cut
Shoot a na in his face, if he try to play with us
All my brothers really slime, somebody need to pray for us
Free my na slime for him, I'll put a na in the dust
All my ns on they P's and Q's, they need to move like us
I ain't gon' cap, it's a loaded, I'm ready
Them choppers on deck, and the work move steady
I just made ten racks, it's weed, and that's too much
A na sellin', DC here in Shelly, sell
I pull up smokin' on top shelf
Quit to do a na bad, I tell him, major out my belt
Yeah, snatch a na so quick
Get back on my old shit, they don't want me on old shit
Yeah, I'm callin' her lil pac because she tryna eat it up
She an infant, when she eat this dick, she tryna throw shit up
Ns know I don't even play around, I'm keepin' that shit tucked
I remember we was goin' downtown, tryna ride the bus
She an infant, when she eat this dick, she tryna throw shit up
Niggas know I don't even play around, I'm keepin' that shit tucked
I remember we was goin' downtown, tryna ride the bus
Had to get up on my plays so I can get another buck
Call my sister, Lil' Miss Blick, because she tryna set it up
You can't fuck up all this hard work, so I can never cuff
My brother keep on pourin' Black Bacardi in a sippy cup
Make the whole block shake with the chop like a freaknik
Put hoes in position I never could keep
On the block all night, I can't even sleep
Told bro, get the fire, it's under the seat
My hands get dirty, ain't tryna be neat
Better stay out the sun, you can't take the heat
Had to thug shit out, we was deep in the streets
Can't move in the whip, then I'm hoppin' on feet
This za good smoke, so it's comin' with tax
It come in two flavors, just like Apple Jacks
I love when my bands put weight in the stack
Ayy, baby, I'm rare no knick and a knack
I got tired of bitches, they come and they go
Got in tune with that money, it come and it flow
If you cop you some gas, just know it's gon' smoke
The way she suck dick, I just know she a hoe
On the block 24-7, bitch, I gotta run it up
Bitch I'm deep up in the street, gotta keep somethin' in the cut
Shoot a na in his face, if he try to play with us
All my brothers really slime, somebody need to pray for us
Free my na slime for him, I'll put a na in the dust
All my ns on they P's and Q's, they need to move like us
I ain't gon' cap, it's a loaded, I'm ready
Them choppers on deck, and the work move steady
I just made ten racks, it's weed, and that's too much
A na sellin', DC here in Shelly, sell
I pull up smokin' on top shelf
Quit to do a na bad, I tell him, major out my belt
Yeah, snatch a na so quick
Get back on my old shit, they don't want me on old shit
Yeah, I'm callin' her lil pac because she tryna eat it up
She an infant, when she eat this dick, she tryna throw shit up
Ns know I don't even play around, I'm keepin' that shit tucked
I remember we was goin' downtown, tryna ride the bus
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Writer(s): Josiah Mcgilveary
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