Dawg Shit Flow

SMO Jack, fast life forever Long live Jimmy, get out my way Finna pop my shit on this motherfucker like I do an errr track Ay, ay We don't do no fake pretendin, we kick niggas off the block Yeah, we keep them Gen 5s, 30s, 50s, ain't no stock Yeah, you know them YN shootin' and they brazy keep a chop And you know them niggas catchin' hats as soon as it get hot I been ridin' in this Lolo cause the feds been on my ass I been back and forth from Vegas down to Houston, movin' bags Try to catch me if you can, I ditch they ass right up in traffic Hit the corner, threw the switch up out the window, started laughin Man, these niggas broke as hell cause UPS done took they package So he had to sell his gun and now he out here really lackin Man, these niggas broke as hell, I wish that day was competition While I'm out here bustin' plays and fuckin' all these badass bitches Louis Tims up on my feet, I'm steppin' all up in the snow Ridin' in the Rolls Royce and I'm bout to hit the road Auntie called me for them scripts, I told her, meet me at the sto Fastlife and S.M.O, we flyin' private fuckin' hoes I been in and out the states and I been fuckin' these racks up Forty-five hundred for my fit and that's wit the tax cut When I'm in the hood, my niggas throwin' bzzz cause it's active Love em' but I cut em' off if I find out they actors Niggas always talk to police when shit really hit the fan Fast life, you know we keep it solid, trappin' with them bands I done cut so many homies off, I know the feds watchin I can see it in your eyes, nigga, that you really plottin Broke ass nigga always talkin' bands but you never got em Please don't try no goofy shit, you try me then you meet your coffin I can't stand a broke ass bitch who always cryin' in her feelings Get your lazy ass up, bitch, and gone feed them children I been runnin' up this pape, I swear that I done touched some millions Broke ass nigga, we'll never be up in the same building Type of bitches that you f*ck is nasty, I can never touch Man, I love a thick ass bitch who keep it quiet on the hush Take a trip, buy a bag, you can be my lil' slut The bitch who ain't got shit to lose is always doin' too much But I love a toxic bitch who always freaky, I can't trust When I spend that bag on her, all she do is eat me up I been in and out the states and I been fuckin' these racks up Forty-five hundred for my fit and that's what the tax cut When I'm in the hood, my niggas throwin' bzz cause it's active Love em' but I'll cut em' off if I find out they actors