IUR Flow

Hold on, hah bitch F*ck is wrong with u dumbass niggas, hold on Damn, Max real gang shit, hold on I don't even gon' start this bitch back But I'll just talk crazy on This bitch nigga no cap (You hard as hell dog) Nigga free Lil Kodak yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah I don't do no robbin' niggas do F*ck I'm supposed to patrol What the f*ck these niggas wanna do (For real) laugh at that This dumbass nigga know I set that play Even when we at the curb, bitch we got 2 K Bitch, Michael Actson You better hold not fucking there Cause he gon' clap somethin' Niggas ain't been shootin' no videos Now I'm back hungry My dog must've got some money Cause he actin' back phony (Huh) Nigga I ain't no, but I be rollin' with them I'm with gang, we off them percs I be rollin' with them If it's us, I be rollin' with them It be hard to function I can't focus if it ain't drugs in my system Threw a terrier on the chop, imma 'em I can't even catch, get 'em Like why dick sucking? Show fake love You got a gang full of hoes, nigga Y'all fake thugs Bitch, me and my CEO, we'll crash out I just dropped a couple of bowls Off at the stank house We'll f*ck around and leave a Nigga stanking in the house All my niggas really with that shit F*ck you talkin' bout? We in my hood We walk niggas in and we walk 'em out If a nigga talk down, damn Bro already walked him down Nigga you heard my fuckin' price Nigga don't try to talk me down I was bored locked in school teacher Now I'm chalkin' out Give a f*ck who was talkin' Damn don't give a f*ck bout now If a nigga come out way I'm Coming with a hundred rounds We should put a opp in the bow That's a couple pounds We ain't even want to smoke that nigga Shipped him out of town My dog really out of shit Don't get loud with us We ain't come to play ball We'll get foul with you (Hold on, hold on, hold on) Somebody put a opp in the wood And get loud with you Yeah run up on him with that cannon Make him run from me I'll up that Drac' on niggas' Babies for that young money I'm finna do a walkthrough They got a dub for me Treat the trap like my playground Now I got club money i'm from Detroit, f*ck You might not understand Count that paper that's two mil in cash I need double hands freaky bitch Finna pop that pussy like a rubber band Hit my show, jump right on the stage I snuck cutter in iced Up Records Yeah, we the new Cash Money F*ck that, we the new Death Row Come sell a slab for me Cut a bricky, jumping off the scale Look like cab money Got a skinny bitch, but she got money Bought that ass for me Hundred rounds pokin' out my shirt This the blicky dance Water in my rollie look retarded Call it Chicken Man I just got some head in VIP Gotta fix my pants We caught a opp lackin' in the club Nigga tripped and ran I want 50 for a show, yeah That's my new price Sign a million dollar record deal And I bought new ice Real drank legend in my city I sold Lou pints Met a bitch and hit her the first day She spent two nights Hmm, yeah freaky hoe She spent two nights