Just Flow

[Intro]

(Pipe that shit up, TnT)

(My nigga Brando the sickest, on God)

(Say, Brando, what it's hittin' for?)

Uh, yeah, Top nigga, let's get that money, nigga

Ain't no time to waste, ain't no time to play with these pussy-ass niggas, these hoes

[Verse 1]

Did they send my money? That's a big advance, yeah, yeah

Got shawty countin' up these hundreds, nigga, in a minute, need more rubber bands

Had to tell my bro'nem, "Don't fuck up that plan"

My neck so flushed, how I'm turned up, gon' leave with so many hoes tonight, need an extra Sprinter van

Jump out the whip and stop that man, bitch, I don't play no games

Boy step, they bang, each one bust brains

If you up in war, need to do the same

Bought my first car, bought my first chain (Ha)

I'm legendary, plus a vet inside the murder game

And I'm runnin', got the law wan' come in

Freeze me, to teach me, try breach me, probably saw me on the TV

Now wan' make me a repeat

I flood my bitch in CC, don't worry 'bout it

She paid and got her body poppin'

I'm paid and got my whips exotic

Have a shootout how I'm rockin', tell 'em, "Stop it"

Bitch-ass boy know that I'm with that, with a rocket sittin' back

Push your shit back

What's that you talkin' 'bout?

Bitch, you ain't like that, that's one strike, yeah

Second one, that'll be your deathbed, Top known to split heads

Cut down, six twelves and two fours, can't play the short bed

Know my slimes around and they all about that

They'll hang up out that

Quick to take the Glock and whoop this nigga head, the fuck you said?

Had it on my mind, we been slingin' iron

We been ten or slime since they been dead

Mama say, "Fuck 'em," I'ma cutthroat 'em

Leave him stretched right on side where he stay at

[Interlude]

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[Verse 2]

Bitch nigga, don't play with me

Never break and enterin', spray with me

Never laid with me, better watch what the fuck you say to me

Nigga know I kept them Ks with me

And ChoppaBoy, that's E

I was sixteen, havin' him stop, jump out and clear the whole street

Might start a beef

I'm gone off lean, but grind by any means

Count paper up, fuck haters

I'm on papers, still gettin' dirty, I'm tryna shake 'em

Bought this Glock off the Melpomene, home of the Saints, dress like a Laker

He dressin' black while servin' gray, call him a Raider

Who plannin' on steppin' on me? I send plenty rounds through your town

Lil' shorty just wanna come over, she plan on me takin' her down

They wanna know how a nigga live the mack life

Spend hundred thousand dollars all on clothes to keep my swag right

(Oh-oh-oh-oh)

I live a mack life, she know I wan' get up in it

Get on top me in the Bentley (Oh-oh-oh-oh), baby girl, these windows tinted

Tell them niggas I ain't friendly, they know I'm a fuckin' menace, oh