NBF's (feat. SalThePal)

Uh, uh, uh, uh What the f*ck are we gonna do Focus on y'all hits, now we gon' focus on tools Lowkey how we gone move Fly too high, Icarus fate, shot down, we flew Wes flew out to Texas state Studio time, we got like eight Food for thought, nah, already ate Y'all fake friends, y'all faker than bape Care about looks, don't care about soul Play Rakim, these motherfuckers old Quest went north, Salpal went south So Y'all know we totin' poles, we extort We shut mouths, bully the ranks so we can get more Y'all got words, spit them out Treat these dogs, serve with the pound Trust your ears, blessed with this sound Safe house out in Three Hounds Sound Know this shit is blessed ground Bass on 10, can't turn it down Nothing but flowers, nothing but flowers Got nothing but flowers, nothing but flowers Got nothing but flowers, nothing but flowers Got nothing but flowers Nothing but flowers, nothing but flowers Nothing but flowers Nothing but flowers Knappogue in Clare, Rose in Rome Bad lil' bitch got about two tones Pink potion when I feel all alone Pure steel here just huggin' my dome Gotta switch phones when I change time zones Gotta hit up Lucy for another loan Constantly smokin' on Lucifer's loosies I put on that shit and it turn to a movie You niggas don't like it, you might as well sue me I do it all, I might as well do me Drinkin' pink potion, this shit got me loopy F*ck all you niggas, I'm just speakin' truthfully You say that you love me, well then that's noose to me Standing with all of my wodies , my crodies, my brodies Come in this shit and you never could hold me Never could touch me, know i just told you All of that bullshit that's past and the present Preachin' the word out like I am the reverend None of this shit will it get me to heaven Nothing but flowers, nothing but flowers Nothing but flowers, nothing but flowers Nothing but flowers, nothing but flowers Got shot down with a scope sight Tho I'm bulletproof tonight Four bands in a chest pocket Dead bens headshot, gottem Gotta her shit is wild, only fans Bought a hundred dollars, Salpal Masked up partner, face secret case We got a problem, swear your cash mere F*ck the cotton, man, we got a problem And I'm sayin', nothing but flowers Nothing but flowers, nothing but flowers The devil not in Prada, I got on a sweater Cup full of potion, the stomach full of nectar Bad lil' bitch and I ain't even sweatin it Ten for the shoes, fifteen for the necklace Went to Dubai , got about three sections Whiskey in Russia , got blondes in Milan Only one daughter, all y'all my sons Dropping bombs that weigh bout two tons Ashes to ashes and dust to dust Had to put a couple niggas in the dirt Wasn't no hearse, ran a couple plays, wasnt rehearsed Send the blitz, full squad drive We run them out, y'all gon' die Look, we skate, we fly, nothing but flowers Uh, nothing but flowers Nothing but flowers Been fuckin' for hours This shit got me higher Nothing but flowers Nothing but flowers