Drill Flow

I woke up today like fuck it let's go get some bread
He got dropped for dissing on me pussy I heard what you said
Know that I'm the truth and I can't lie or else I'm good as dead
Pussy you the feds

Bitch we stepping with them glizzies this shit super sticky
No you can't fuck with me I got bitches and they thick and pretty
Know you feeling shitty bitch you broke and I just spent a fifty
This shit get real gritty moving shit kyrie im so shifty

Moving shit like kyrie Irving hit you with the cross
Cooking shit I mix it with the bourbon bitch I got the sauce
Pussy niggas trying find me bitch I bet you lost
Niggas work like nine to five but bitch I am a boss

Bitch my neck on frost
Know she see this drip ask whats the cost
I can't take a loss
I be all in Neimans you at Ross

No I can't be tamed
Bitch it's walking dead I want yo brain
Niggas die for stain
Now your pussy ass got none to gain

Pull up on a bitch and hit her with racks
Bought my bitch dior straight outta saks
Then I bought her prada bitch I got stacks
I don't do the cap all this shit facts

And if I drop another song you know my shit be pressure
Bitch it's raining money over here you must aint check the weather
Ninety out but neck feels like it's twenty so put on a sweater
Bitches always running back they know nobody do it better

Pull up on her she like is that luhbert
Once I'm in the door I put in some work
Once I catch her know I'm going bazerk
Now I got some off-white on my shirt

But I don't stay too long cant trust her I can't get set up
Ain't nobody harder than luhbert lil nigga won't bet up
I just beat the pussy to the ground now she can't get up
Luhbert got his foot on all they necks and now I can't let up

Spin his block
Dooley truck
Dropped a few one or two Three or four
Fuck nigga play with me yeah we at yo door

Yo bitch wanna fuck she fuck with me
I'm sticked up with that two two three
She call me daddy when we fuck I put her in a figure four

What you get me for father's Day
This stick hit you from far away
I'm sacked up like a holiday
This ain't no joke bitch I ain't come to play

I get shit done
Bitch that's on my son
Hoe you better not run
It's twenty guns

Pointed at your face what you gonna say
Oh you outside today shake that ass
We ain't throwing no cash you fucking bitch
Yeah take this dick, yo baby daddy mad know he can't flex like this
These glocks and sticks will have your ass running like you thrown a fit
Crying and shit Send a blitz Get him hit in his shit

Get hit for bread ain't shit for free
Ain't playing no games don't fuck with me
Got the whole gang and they stuck with me
If it's smoke with them then it's up with me

And if it's money on your head then best believe I'll get it
Bitches always watch a nigga pockets they want me to hit it