Vo Flow

Ay, ay, ay In the 392, how you say you not fuckin' got on daisy dukes I ain't no regular rapper, these bullets will tack So get out the way when I shoot I don't play with my food If I call ABP, better know he gon' do what it do Says his ass wanna be famous, got hit with a banger Now his whole face on the news Can't be nice, I like my bitches rude Bet this Glock make him change up his mood I can't give you no money, you bitches be funny You better go back to your dude He play gangsta and think that it's cool Give her dick, now she screaming out, "Ooh!" I might pull out the camera, we going banana She giving me brain like the school When we done, tell the lil' hoe to get on F.A.L. and we don't need to put on And you live for the media I don't really post 'cause they like how I put that shit on On the run, gotta get me a flip phone You ain't bigger than me on you tiptoes I ain't shooting in the crowd where the walker's at down When I whoop, you a' better get low Need a bank, I'ma buy you a mid Designer drill, we stay hands shit up and just say So he a problem, I'm testing We slidin' through duper three guns, Ed, Edd and Eddie I got the salt like some dressing He wound up smokin', now he in the box like a session Windin' it up by a wrist I blow a wood to the face 'cause it keeps me from stress You niggas steppin', we stompin' My bitch she buy like a horn but get air like a pumpkin No donors but we really dunkin' I'm the big man in the pain, I can play like I'm Don King If you ain't suckin', I ain't comin' Keep me a stick like I play for the band, I ain't drumming I burn my fingers from the thumbin' We was just broke and Tre Loaded made somethin' outta nothin' In the 392 How you say you're not fucking got on daisy dukes I ain't no regular rapper, these bullets will tack So get out the way when I shoot I don't play with my food If I call ABP, better know he gon' do what it do Says his ass wanna be famous, got hit with a banger And now his whole face on the news Baby, come fuck with a cheater, I know you beater I ain't talking Chris Brown how I beat her I'm hot, but I don't got a fever I did this shit on my own, you gonna follow the leader Dope got me higher than pita If you get put in that room, you gonna fold like fajitas Touchdown, I don't play no receiver And if you up, better shoot, cut him up like a pizza Ay, pour a deuce in the Faygo I got some hittas who go when I say so They had no cheese, had to switch up the payroll And I be stretching these hoes like some PlayDoh Hit from the back, put my thumb in her A-hole Know I'm next to fly out to Barbados With a white John, had to try out the mayo You can get hit with the Glock or the Draco Then my folks do the dash This shit is steaming so we moving fast Don't call my phone if it ain't 'bout no cash You not gonna walk nothin' down with no mask If you seen what I seen, you be ready to crash Might not be first, but I ain't comin' in last Whole team win when you learn how to pass He wanted smoke, had to turn him to ash Green beam like the whole club, we ready to smash Ay, and I slide with them youngins, no Rio We really moving the weight, the whole team got a plate Can't get caught, if we do, that's a Rico These bitches really be fake and I can not protect So I'd rather go fuck on a freak hoe I stay away from them snakes, and I'm all about cake I just want you to cheat like a Cheeto Ay, in the 392 How you say you not fuckin' got on daisy dukes I ain't no regular rapper, these bullets will tack ya So get out the way when I shoot I don't play with my food If I call ABP, better know he gon' do what it do Says his ass wanna be famous, got hit with a banger Now his whole face on the news Ay, ay, ay Now his whole face on the news Ay, ay, ay We leaving an M in the pool Ay, ay, ay Now he dead 'cause he played with the dude Ay, ay, ay (Loaded Gang, no cap)