Free Flow (Freestyle)
This that different flow, yeah, calm Binoo
They don't get this side of me cause I'm always screaming ho
I just want you to feel me whenever I write these songs
You know what is up with Ben 10, I get em gone
Let em hate, let em block, it ain't gonna change a thing
If I hate you, bitch, it's fuck you, it's a forever thing
Never trippin', stand on business, let my nuts hang
If you cross me, it's fuck your life, I let that choppa sing
Mind gone, I can't even think
4x4, I'm lifted inside of my tunka truck
You can't even hide shit from me, won't you come try your luck
You know you caught them in they tracks when they can't speak up
I'm snake intolerant, I can't have niggas creepin
I know they trippin', they can't have what I have
Bitch, I made this straight from hustlin', just get off your ass
You ain't gon' make your bag just watchin' other niggas (nah)
Your ass just be watchin' while my pockets gettin' bigger (yuh)
1, 2, 3 to the 4, fuck these niggas and fuck these hoes
Doin' better, come pour up some more
Only fear God, not a damn soul
Smokin' on germs, where the lysol?
Sippin' that muddy, move slow-mo
Don't act like you don't know
You ain't one of mine, you ain't bro, bro
They don't get this side of me cause I'm always screaming ho
I just want you to feel me whenever I write these songs
You know what is up with Ben 10, I get em gone
Let em hate, let em block, it ain't gonna change a thing
If I hate you, bitch, it's fuck you, it's a forever thing
Never trippin', stand on business, let my nuts hang
If you cross me, it's fuck your life, I let that choppa sing
Mind gone, I can't even think
4x4, I'm lifted inside of my tunka truck
You can't even hide shit from me, won't you come try your luck
You know you caught them in they tracks when they can't speak up
I'm snake intolerant, I can't have niggas creepin
I know they trippin', they can't have what I have
Bitch, I made this straight from hustlin', just get off your ass
You ain't gon' make your bag just watchin' other niggas (nah)
Your ass just be watchin' while my pockets gettin' bigger (yuh)
1, 2, 3 to the 4, fuck these niggas and fuck these hoes
Doin' better, come pour up some more
Only fear God, not a damn soul
Smokin' on germs, where the lysol?
Sippin' that muddy, move slow-mo
Don't act like you don't know
You ain't one of mine, you ain't bro, bro
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Writer(s): Binoo A
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