BaxkEnd Flow

Say he want smoke wit me Imma run down hit em the choppa Shooting 223s They kno that I can't go out like a hoe I'm takin two wit me I b every where chasin that paper like it's two of me Had to put it out lil bruh hit hard This opp pack chokin me Choppa split a nigga make 'em flip like his name Bruce lee Niggas always cappin on Facebook But ain't got shit on me Always talkin bout what they gone do But ain't did shit to me Lay back face a wood Thinkin bout shy that shit b Hurtin me Hurtin bout my guys that shit make me jus wanna slide mo Send like 20 shots I seen em move had to send 5 mo Bih jus wanna f*ck I can lay up I gotta hit the do Bitch I ain't no clown I can't play witcha I'll make em hit the flo He say he still alive Bet he gone die jus watch we spin some mo Say she wanna f*ck we passed her round Man yo lil bitch a hoe Come around this bih like Issa game And watch we cut yo throat Niggas really lame it's f*ck da south But They already know Can't fw them boys ain't got no bread Man that's jus how it go Don't fw the law So it's forever free my nighas hoe Junkies hit my phone that bih b jumpin asking where the blow Trapping or the rappin this shit hard Don't kno which way to go Imma do whatever to get out I put that on my soul Money coming fast Go get a foreign or go cop a bow Imma cop the bow and get it gone Make that shit stack some mo Then go cop a foreign I skrrt off and leave a lotta smoke