Showing posts with label flow. Show all posts
Showing posts with label flow. Show all posts

Thursday, January 30, 2020

Money

Money does it please, nigga spread me like some cheese, spread me like some leaves, money money weed, money money weed.

Wednesday, November 6, 2019

Tuesday, October 1, 2019

Bouncing Off the Grind

I got killers in the backseat,
I'm driving to the fucking moon,
I got niggas in the frog suit,
I got niggas jumping around too,
Nigga I'm so high,
I can barely touch the sky,
I can barely climb the ladder,
I can barely tell a lie.

Friday, August 16, 2019

Funny Time Feels

Wrote this in my notes today. It's for fun.

Nigga I'm the future,
stop jumping lines,
I bet u got a shooter,
waiting for his time,
Let me get fed up,
all I want is a halo,
I got a band for real,
all I need to do is say so

I bet you horny, huh
find me in the sack sack sack,
you say you're lonely, huh
say that you dont know me, huh
Get ready cuz I'm horny some

Get a gangster forreal,
Catch these niggas in a rap,
Can you imagine the feels?
Can you imagine these niggas?
Can you imagine the heels?

I got a gold chain around my neck,
and killers out the door for ya,
gimmie some pills,
keep you lit,
I got a song for ya

Your predictions were wrong,
I'm still alive,
I let one slip,
two more times and I run

Thursday, July 18, 2019

My Boy!

I feel like static,
I'm ecstatic,
Blue balls nigga draggin,
Shits fantastic!

Monday, June 17, 2019

Stretcher

I got some triple six mula, can't expect a neighbor to understand or follow ur lead chula, driving drunk smelling that dank, like skunk, keep things right do it for the fight or flight, damn the niggas that own their rights, go for gold and do the same, reclaim the land be unafraid, laid and paid, main and made, comb my mane, u get it mang?

Sunday, May 26, 2019

In Orbit

Cut u and fold u like paper origami the terror u share is unforgiven too late to say sorry dreams differed and roads u dead like busted nutt on butts tell me ur afraid again and u'll see what's up I'M NOT AFRAID TO TELL YOU I'M DONE!

Monday, April 15, 2019

The Story

Nigga I gotta make that money to buy that guac
You don't understand I'll pull out my glock
My nigga wants my bars cuz he can't get behind bars
Money moving through like On My Block
My nigga's money cashed out
Used to chill on the block
But now I chill with my rubber cock
So sweet
I get it clean
Don't disrespect the click or I swear I won't miss
With you I sweep and mop
I create the diss
Another day of luck
There's more to the story but enough's enough.