Текст песни Silly Flow - ABRZY

Silly Flow, when I hit the beat I've got a silly flow
Breezy on the beat okay we turning up the stereo
A lot of blunts in the morning, I ain't eating cereal
It's Breezy on the beat, I'm never running out of material
If you want the smoke okay I'll really bring Mysterio
I really gotta kill the beat and organize a burial
A lot of people in my life made me feel inferior
But now we getting money make it spread like bacteria

I don't really bop man I don't really dance
I make rap music but I really love bands
Always been stood on but I gotta take a stand
Man I gotta make it out, see I gotta make a plan
I don't really slow dance
But I like to throw bands
Brothers carry arms I don't really like to hold hands
Did it with my own hands till the day I'm old man
Fucking with lil breezy then I'm handing out toe tags
Come through, baby girl, come through
All I've got is one rule
Can you bring your friends, and drugs too?
Some sh*t that make me go dumb and numb to
I just talk sh*t when I'm on these mushrooms
What's the world come to?
Can I really trust you?
I know people in this life move like the one-two
I don't give a fuck who's your dad, I could son you
I treat these hoes like the bag - you know that I run through
Trap be jumping
Pass me the mantle
Back here thuggin'
My own two, I stand on
You already know breezy in the cut - bandage
Matter of fact I really got the block lit like candles
For my real players man this a fucking anthem
I could never have enough power that's ample
Out of all these artists man I gotta set examples
CLB, YBH, Young Bengali Handsome

Creeping
Every time you see the boy creeping No
I could really flame these rappers like phoenix
Look at my watch, and the time says demon
Look at my flow, cause I grind all weekend
Say you got stripes but you look like a zebra
Say you got bite matter of fact you teething
Say you gon' fight matter of fact you fleeing
Say you want beef? Boy I'll turn you into a vegan!

Silly Flow, when I hit the beat I've got a silly flow
Breezy on the beat okay we turning up the stereo
A lot of blunts in the morning, I ain't eating cereal
It's Breezy on the beat, I'm never running out of material
If you want the smoke okay I'll really bring Mysterio
I really gotta kill the beat and organize a burial
A lot of people in my life made me feel inferior
But now we getting money make it spread like bacteria

Or maybe like malaria, the hottest in the area
And when I hit record there is nothing really scarier
The oppas getting warrier cause I be in the area
And I be such a big dog, you looking like a terrier
You looking like i'll carry you, straight up to your funeral
Black and white diamonds man I call that shit an oreo
And I've been getting money in like all type of scenarios
And I'm the hottest rapper ever since I was an embryo bitch