Wayne Flow

(Drum Dummie) Huh BCG Ayy f*ck it i’ma rip this one, but for the other parts turn me up and tune me up woady Check, check, check Aw yeah that’s perfect Now switch me back for the hooks, and the first part the verse And then leave these, for the second part the verse Let’s do it Up the cutter on him, let him feel that flame red (That flame) Head shot he breath off a machine, but brain dead (Bah) Breaking laws no matter what, we keep the same head (The same) Hold up, let me tell y’all, same as Wayne said (Shh) my foot sleeping on the gas (Skrrt !) And i’m flying driving fast (Vrrom) High speed but I just laugh “What’s on your mind ?”, don’t even ask (Huh ?) I’m good wherever, with no pass (Good) I’m from the South, I act ass (Go) When I pull up i’ma park across the yard, inside the grass (Errr) Hop out leave the engine running, with a empty tank of gas (Phew) Street nigga I could dine with kings and paupers, I got class (Dine) But don’t let the smile fool you, f*ck around and i’ma smash (Go) I could see the fake in all these folks, no prescriptions on (Fake) I could put that jawn all in her feelings, that’s just with a song (Hoe) I ain’t with the back and forth no rah rah shit, let’s get it on (Huh) I say “i’m with it”, its no cap in them three words, I get you gone Brrtt Bah Boom Bow Frrtt, all type of weapons gunning for you Machine and Shotguns, Assault Rifles, Pistols coming for you And depending on our mood we give head starts, ‘fore running for you I do not make threats just promises, no I ain’t stunting for you I know a few, that make a living off a triple beam And I know some folk that can’t survive without, and that’s a fiend I seen the Devil in my dreams, and he ain’t red that bitch was green Same color as money, and it was dirty nothing clean See where i’m from, most of the negritos scared of chicos And i’m mixed with both, plus a half of me is blanquito I don’t give no f*ck ‘bout races, ‘cause in real life i’m loquitos Cross that line and then we sliding, ‘fore we get you get yo’ manito I know real killers from the West Indies, no freezing Talking real Jamaican shottas, no ‘Tiguans Don Dada nuh talk, yuh nose bleeding Mi nuh rump, mi gwaan thump, the pole squeezing Up the cutter on him, let him feel that flame red (That flame) Head shot he breath off a machine, but brain dead (Bah) Breaking laws no matter what, we keep the same head (The same) Hold up, let me tell y’all, same as Wayne said (Shh) my foot sleeping on the gas (Skrrt !) And i’m flying driving fast (Vrrom) High speed but I just laugh “What’s on your mind ?”, don’t even ask (Huh ?) I’m good wherever, with no pass (Good) I’m from the South, I act ass (Go) I up the cutter on him, let him feel that flame red (That flame) Head shot he breath off a machine, but brain dead (Bah) Breaking laws no matter what, we keep the same head (The same) Hold up, let me tell y’all, same as Wayne said (Shh) my foot sleeping on the gas (Skrrt !) And i’m flying driving fast (Vrrom) High speed but I just laugh “What’s on your mind ?”, don’t even ask (Huh ?) I’m good wherever, with no pass (Good) I’m from the South, I act ass