4 Mins of Flows pt2 (intro)

Smoke a blunt, get in my zone, shit got me feelin' good Can't put no bitch before my pape, let's get that understood Can't never put no hoe before your bros who with you in the hood Can't never tell the law about no crimes, boy I wish you would I barely pop out, might just hit the club tonight, I'm feelin' good Life been hittin' hard, but don't hit harder than za in the wood I'ma make some pape, one thing for sure, let's get that understood I'ma do my thing, one thing for sure, my parents raised me good Situation won't the best, made my own money, tired of seein' stressin I told ma don't pay me back, I paid her bills, that shit felt like a blessing Streets was gettin' hectic, dad was stressin', gave me Smith and Wesson Niggas movin' reckless with they weapons, gotta stay protected Making bread, you can't be loafin', niggas hate, gon' try to stop your motion Gotta play him closer, talkin' so close, could apply some lotion This lil' bitch bad as f*ck, & she so wet, her number saved as ocean Her favorite type of nigga, she gon' pick me, she like men with motion She like how I talk and how I rap, she say that you the best She like how I hit it front and back it make up for the stress You know make up sex the best, I hit two lil' friends up out the group, my bro gon' hit the rest we like klay & steph He'll pull up from anywhere, that nigga crazy, better watch your step My brother flashy, but I'm laid back, out the way we sound like BMF Damn i miss yo bitch, the way she suck my dick, I swear that she the best Might as well pass the stick, you ain't gon' shoot that bitch, don't even waste your breath Everybody want a gun, but not gon' shoot, they might as well kill theyself Shit stupid, it's so wicked in the city need to pray for help They know you got a gun, them boys gon' shoot, I hope yo' niggas help Can't even trust yo' nigga, back doors trendin', niggas gettin' nailed move like Gary, they ain't even see it comin', slimey like a snail I know some killers that are scared to die right now, know they gon' go to hell The way she give me brain, she smart as f*ck, this bitch could go to Yale Nigga, I would never hit your blunt, don't even like the smell I done smoked soo much damn za my lungs exotic, one hit, I could tell I done fell in love with za, my bitch exotic, one look, you could tell I done fell in love with trap, weigh with my eyes, I done turned to a scale I done turned my hustle up, don't know that guy, he just hatin', oh well Wanna be a boss, it's protocol, gotta take you some L's Them Losses turn to Lessons if you Learning ', all L's ain't a L Yeah, it take two L's to make a dub (W) And I ain't boujee , I'll still take two plays to make a dub And I ain't Uzi, ain't no city girls gon' get no love But I ain't boujee , I'll still take one home right out the club And I ain't clueless, I know money only thing she love But I ain't trippin', that's my twin, she love the things I love Escape the hood from runnin', rap in underground, I sound like Harriet Tub They laughin' now, but when I'm thumbin' racks, they gon' be showin' love When I'm rich, gon' be the ones who ask for shit, I'ma be like, what the f*ck Treat em like a Christian wedding day, they better get the f*ck Yeah, yeah, and I'm still goin' I done freestyled like three different verses, and I'm still flowin' Bitch a pro, she been done, sucked my nut out, but she still goin' Shooter trippin', target hit the ground, this nigga still blowin' I been done, said okay, and sparked my blunt why this bitch still goin' Ballin' like 2K, been got my take, but that shit still on I could dress when I was broke, got money now, I really put shit on Need a way to make some money, play my songs, bet I could put ya on Find a plug and show him, you can get it gone, I bet he put ya on Ain't no leechin', you ain't help me make this money, gotta get ya own When I was fucked up, I was all alone, I couldn't get a loan But when they down bad, they callin' my phone, they want me, put them on If I was down bad, they wouldn't give me shit, wouldn't give they dawg a bone Damn, this bitch bad, finna dog her out and give her ass the bone Ain't no need to zigzag, bro, gon' chase you down, he tryna get you gone I stay out the way, just tryna get paid, be too much goin' on