Copy My Flow

(Damn, son)
(Four3va the fuckin' G.O.A.T., nigga, fuck is you talkin' 'bout?)
(I love DJ GREN8DE)

Hoe what I say
I was 17 with that glizzy
Pop shit at fuck nigga made nigga get dizzy
Rap shit before video this shit no kizzy
Draco rushed down my block just got it, bitch I'm sticky
Playboi with that blicky like I fuck on Iggy
Brazilian bit' with me, know she pop a titty
Told that bit' that I loved her but I was just kidding
Had to kill the fuck niggas we just like good riddance
Put on prada you know ain't no pressure
When these hollow tip hit him they put him on stretcher
The glizzy my nanny I call that bit' Jessie
I dropped down with that Smith & Wesson so don't test me
We gon' pop at his partner because I'm so petty
My psycho they itchin call them Machiavelli
We fuckin like 3 or 4 different bitches in the telly
Police pull me over throw gas out the window, shit smelly
Vampire they pop out at night, shit get deadly
That boy caught there deep end we gave his ass wedgie
I fucked thirty nigga live life just like belly
I just grllll at that nigga when I knew they not ready
I'm addicted to count money I got a lil fetish
He talkin' 'bout his stomach hurt cus we just popped at his belly
Lil bit' got the WAP I just told her that Fetty
We twin nigga top like spaghetti
I mix up the Glock like I'm Nino and Dreddie
He can't come to the block we swang door like King Dready
You just missed all your shots, you can't shoot that bit' steady
They copy my flow and I don't get no God damn credit
Got all types of hoes and they bought out heavy
That semi-auto full I just popped out the Chevy
Pussy ass nigga y'all nigga bit' soft just like Teddies