A Sleezy OG Flow, Pt. 1 (feat. OG Mook)

Niggas ain't chasing no money They beefing but ain't got a hunnit Off a perk them niggas be zombies Get locked they calling up mommy Drop his ass on his block were you find him Without a mask all the witnesses dying He fast but the switches be flying Bitch mad cause his block we keep sliding They ain't gangster this shit is a hobby He a rat We get in the scat and we find them All caps these niggas be lying All facts his niggas keep dying We ain't chasing a rat So if he run hit his back Them Niggas gone shoot And Won't cost a stack They live for the kill So they keep spinning back Don't get caught with that cash Cause my niggas like racks Better keep you a hustle I don't like to tussle Get shot by a fat nigga Flexing them muscles Your niggas ain't gang They be dropping your lo Stay trying to hang Cause they fucking your hoe Them Niggas not getting a dime bruh He broke that lil nigga fumbled We up tired of being so humble Outside heard they hiding in tunnels If he hiding you know we gone find him He gone crash in that car where you'll find him He made i be using her time up She glad cause the Fo' wine and dine her This bitch got him ready for drama They dead tell them Niggas to line up Big mad oh this Niggas a toddler Get glad or the trash where they'll find your Now you gotta pop out Just poke your top out When i hear the opps out I like to bring the Glocks out Should of chose a new route He do this for clout Don't die in a drought For running your mouth Niggas be mad cause the fat one Be having the the bad ones But if you get in your bag son You can stunt like your dad son The shit can get greasy You know i been sleezy Keep forgetting the meaning My niggas stay skeeming I know you in pain But just let the shit go You got bigger problems With just slid on your bro Dont start posting songs Them choppas hit lung If you play with the fo You know we upping the sco Aye Pass it to me Let me up it Some more The f*ck am I sayin I'm toting My own Blowing GG Bitch I'm Goated and grown If you ever Need me Know I'm close To my phone I watch From the side Like we posed To be on And the opps Gone be turnt When they notice I'm gone Got a boy On the way And a daughter At home I ain't got Time to play You gone end Up a song End up A lyric Or end up A caption It's Cause and effect and You know My reaction I Took out The shooter Now nobody Blasting I slid Out of there Just to post Up in traffic Can't even Fake got My hopes up I had it The weight Of the world Isn't close To my baggage They talked About me Like it's post To be static 10 toes I step I ain't focused On rapping Im Trying to survive In this life That we live We ain't Learn from pac And We ain't Learn from big I never Thought i'd do Half that I did Knew if He got caught Then we'd knock Off his lid This ain't MTV I can't show You the crib You know That's law Hollows all I can give Can't get back My time From the times That i slid We still Pushing p And them boys Pushing mid Aye who Just walked in I ain't seen him before And You know I ain't social Gang gimme A nod If you make A face I'm a hop Out the booth And Tell the girls Hit the flo Cuz I'm upping The rod I move a Lil different Still keep It fasho Hard to keep My control But I do For the squad Fo knew What it was When she threw Me the lob Kash kartel E-N-T We the opps and the mobb