Eskimo Flow

[Intro] Ayy, grrah, burr [Verse 1] TEC shoot any nigga on some lame shit Niggas tough until they mama with the gang, bitch You got shooters, they ain't shooting with the A team He a clown, paint his face like some Maybelline Bitch lied to me twice, she got two shots Diddy Bop a nigga bitch up out her Reeboks 187 slidin', listening to Key Glock Take your bullets and grab a chopper, winter stay hot Fresh as fuck, I'm by myself, my gang can't leave the state I eat beats, he eat my pussy like some Frito-Lay Courtney called me, asked to send a bird, A-okay Dancing with these bands, feel like Ayo and TK [Chorus] One young nigga, he gon' creep, don't make a sound Two young niggas posted with two hundred rounds Three young niggas catch you and they running down Four gang members sliding, that's a murder, beatin' the trial [Verse 2] I play for the wealth, you'd rather set your partner up (Bitch) Moving like a sniper, who be lacking? Never us Told me everything about your man so I don't trust Bitches wanna be down, they cross you over petty stuff This that shit that my young bitches gon' get wild to This that shit, I'm in my zone, bitch, you a cow, move Facing court, 'cause that lil' bitch ain't have her mouth mute I got condos, different cities, with a pink room I'm a threat to all these bitches 'cause I'm getting riches Switched my flow, I switched my image, bitch, it's tailor-rented With no makeup I'm the shiznit, I'm the youngest in it At the free throw, shooters spinning, balling start to finish [Chorus] One young nigga, he gon' creep, don't make a sound Two young niggas posted with two hundred rounds Three young niggas catch you and they running down Four gang members sliding, that's a murder, beatin' the trial [Outro] One young nigga, he gon' creep, don't make a sound Two young niggas posted with two hundred rounds Three young niggas catch you and they running down Four gang members sliding, that's a murder, beatin' the trial