Bot Flow 3 (Intro)

What, huh, yeah, they hate keb , free shy my niggah You ain't never met that one guy with that one face Bro say he drunk a whole pint, shit, I drunk eight You ain't never seen that cat out, it got that one plate Yeah, we in our bag and we heading to that one safe Yeah, we heading to that one duffy Shot a opp on the empty stomach, thought his head was a muffin I put the Glock down on that box, I don't mind to Tussling Chene tryna hold that big Glock, it got his hands struggling Huh, all right, it got his hands fumbling Add the pape up every day, shit, your bread crumbling Still make my bitch suck my dick and my head funky Shot a black nigga in his head, he a dead monkey Beat his ass every time I see him, shouldn't have never told Cum too fast when she ride the dick, I told her take it slow Heart cold, 98 degrees, I got on winter coats Nah, we ain't in that one bag, this a different flow Told boy, got a switch on it, what you gon' do with it Yeah, bitch, I can f*ck fast, give me two minutes Bro, this a carbon fiber top, yeah, the coupe different No, I ain't got to stick today, I might just four Nick My bitch slish my tires every week, cause I dick her down Couldn't get a whole pint today, it's a two around My bitch says she got a pint of green, I'm finna beat her down Nevermind she got a pint of wok, I'm finna dick her down Never stop cashin going up, this a different sound This not no baby on a scale, this a different pound You still fucking with that one hoe, you a different clown I know my bitch found, out I cheated, that's a different frown Then, she gon' ask me, who is this bitch Close my eyes if he start busting, I ain't seen shit Ain't got no weed right now, I know you seen a brick Beat my bitch up, we went around, she couldn't find a ten'd I'll drive cats, you drive rented, we are not the same My main introduced me to my side, who the one to blame If I hit his car with the tecc, he might lose his frame I just fucked a groupie bitch raw, now my dick inflamed Me and CJ both picked that hoe like that's li Nah, I can't say that, I gotta fucking save it My son tried to run off with my pint, I had to kill my baby Crazy how they say they got money, but they flashing savings If he diss, his number on his helmet, he play for Nick's Saban My chains real people, they need a haircut I was finna f*ck that fat bitch, she got a smelly butt Nah, I don't want that line off you, that's a smelly one Beat my daddy ass, he talking bout he got a smelly son Aight, I think my mind playing tricks on me Gave bro ten dollars, he put a brick on me Last time I thought my bitch went out and put a hit on me Let me see that one liter bottle, put a ten on it Aight, and it can only be a red case Think about life when I sip, I get the sad face Unc can't move good no more, he got a glass plate My new bitch better than all ways, f*ck my last bae Yeah, that they hate keb, he ain't fucking with us I think my mind playing, aight Yeah, let me come back and tell y'all Niggas ain't fucking with us, nigga Me, C2, Ben 10, Mooch, Shane, bro, Ja'Kai, Antonio, G Niggas ain't fucking with us That song, aight, welcome to everybody's key album, nigga Nigga Free Shy, it's the realest shit I ever come with, man Aight, we gonna be up soon, never stop cashing Niggas ain't fucking with Red either Let's go