Bg Flow

You heard me, hear that wine on that bitch
You heard me, know I real as hoes in this bitch
Don't get fucked over yet
Lita

Try it like cut, boy, you know how we rockin
I be in the cut, coolin' with somethin' like a rocket, ayy
Pull up, I'll get served, pull up home and get to poppin
Don't be breachin', askin' price and knowin' that you ain't coppin', ayy

Niggas always talkin' bitch shit, they just be hollin
Nigga, I'm tryna put a hundred G's all through all of ya
So that's 20 G's in Sin City, 20 G's on Bird
20 G's on Playboy, I'm put 40 on Justina Bird

And now they got me on weed, pill, clean, bitch, what happened
Trappin' ain't dead, you niggas scared, start cappin
Bitch, my favorite class, we're always mathematic
So I'm always actin', nigga, never subtract me

Ayy, party ho, for real, can't trust him anyway
He lookin' for me, just look at new trenches any day
I'm in the third and I'm back, I'm makin' many plays
I'm a hustler, I know how to get it so many ways

I can take a penny and flip it like so many ways
Don't come with the bullshit, cause I ain't goin' for anything
You can't tell me anything, many niggas, many lanes
Any minute, my damn old niggas, they playin' mini-games

You said, oh, then I'm in traffic with that Glizzy thing
I'm standin' on Nation, been a time to get busy, man
I know a couple niggas from the day that really change
I ain't change, I elevate it, bitch, I'm still the same

Me's a robber, they all stand on business
This for pussy niggas and bitches, keep me out your mission
Cause I ain't got a mention, the rumor could start a killin
We put hydraulics on Glizzy, man, those switches hit different

Say, whoa, nah, let me tell you about this Savage and the gutter shit
Stay fuckin' free, so don't miss me with that other shit
Niggas don't be about money no more, just about hoes and other shit
Man, the game fucked up and social media because of it

But fuck that shit, tripe, I've been a savage
Real name, still brain flame, like Webster Gradley
See, everybody was on that boo back in the day when I was on that wave, it hard
Stay buckin' him, Fred Slugger, yeah, that Savage squad

I had it hard, and no, I ain't even cappin', boy
Got tired of payin', hell, and, bitch, I'm with the trackin' hard
Got tired of takin' no chances, I'm with the trappin' hard
Look at me now, rappin' and trappin', how I'm trappin', boy

Don't call me Kingman no more, now they call me 309
That means they're out there dirtin' hoes, I be curvin' out
Let's pose a nigga, but be on the grind all the time
And I never forget my niggas, I want them all to shine

Hey, pretty count, fuck the victim, I'ma say that all the time
I got some niggas up the road who call me all the time
Especially, man, man, man, that's why I miss him all the time
If it wasn't for him, I would be dead, he remind me all the time