paroles de chanson Official Flow (feat. NoRecord Trill) - LudCJayy

Fuck we groupie bitches niggas ain't got no hoes
Might think i'm pussy in yo city might be strapped at my shows
Wocky in a 32 shi got me moving too slow
These niggas hate because i'm up told bro I already know

I gotta question
Why you toting guns he know he won't blow
He think he tough he gotta G2 but it's only for show
I stay wit shhh don't gotta say because you already know
17 shots up out the whip you know that nigga on go

Double G i'm rocking gucci rodrick davis my bag
Blue hunnits tucked all in my pants amiri jeans so I sag
How come you hang around yo niggas everyday you a fag
Like NLE he run up on me bet his toe had a tag

Speed down the highway in a benz
I got 5.0 on my ass
This ain't no musty Shelby riding in a coupe and it's fast
Suspended license feds be watching hellcat ain't got no tags
Inhaling shit like i got asthma turn his ass into gas

Might turn his into gas
I might pop up out the cut that nigga thought he was fast
Tryna book em for his shit he keep on flexing his cash
Hollow tips go burn his ass and it ain't leaving rash
It's fuck his gang and the cast

Nah ion need a cast cuz i'm not broke don't gotta flex
Bad little bitch she topping me after you done you gimme sex
I don't give a fuck about I use to have on to the next
M.O.B the only thing i'm out here chasing is these checks

I slide the scat around the roundabout
I damn near almost wrecked
Come outside and hoop not talk basketball i'm giving techs
Top 3 in the city stepping on all of you niggas necks
Hollow tips go come in handy hot shit hit em in the chest

I keep on making this money
I'm not go stop til it's sunny
I'm whipping nose like they runny
This niggas think that i'm dummy
He cracking jokes like the funny
He think he drip but he bummy
These niggas broke ain't having bitches, need to go get some money

Bitch thirsty call me sunny she want the D
Left her buss down cuz she came to me on fleek

They be dancing ass niggas we be stepping like we greek
Snapchat a nigga hoe they be lying say it's streaks

Ain't no notebook paper she be leaking on these sheets
I been balling for them bucks a long time greek freek
Ian fuck on that hoe I just put it where she speak
The Plug hit me with a Q and told me sell it in a week

So I'm dream chasing for a mill tryna buy a meek
I den ran so much game I den wore down my cleats
And the opps so mad I get paid just to speak
Bitch sending me nudes tell her Ian tryna peek

Cracker see that I got cheese now she tryna take the meat
Shit make a nigga push pause playing wit me he gone quit
Nigga think that he top dog well he gone stand where he sit
G-lock hold thirty but 33 is what I fit

Think a nigga rocking yeezy we put holes in his fit
Nigga think Ion know where his momma stay damn
Playing with the gang he gone lose his whole fam
Peanut butter Glock and I know it won't jam

Bitch I go ham for the green like I'm sam
No big man but my heat score like bam
Nigga intercept these shells like Ramsey on the Rams
Man these niggas not my opps boy these niggas really fans