Jet Kid - Too Many Flows (feat. Choski & Playböi)

For sure, woah, yeah
In the booth spittin' flames, startin' to feel like a dragon, yeah
I been givin' shawty pain, from the back I give her spasms
Say I'm too much to handle, I whip the pen whip the paddle
I'm runnin' scams off of Apple, I'm tryna tap into the capital
You niggas broke, I ain't mad at you, you need to go and find a manager
But nobody probably wanna manage you, I'm way up on my latitude
This bitch bad with a attitude, I'ma fuck her when I land
Have my shooters come and catch you, you won't make it to your fam
Oh man, got damn, the coupe is a redhead, famous dex
Got to flex on my ex, I'ma get to the check
Fuck the lamb, this a vet, I been clutchin' on the tech
Shooters watchin' every step, you know you gotta pay your debt
Hey, brand new Timbs, I can't wait to stomp a nigga
Huncho steady twitchin', he can't wait to go and get him
Just give it time and ease your mind, one day we'll catch him slippin
T-Zo, don't listen, crank ignition, roll him in a Swisher
I don't tweet and ion type, if it's issues, link tonight
Blow the whistle, cut the light, send a hit, no hittin' back
Call it Chris, I keep it tucked, can't even laugh, you outta luck
Family guy, go live it up, cause real wolves don't huff and puff
Jetkid
Like double o seven, I roll in this bitch
I dare you to move, I'ma take off your lip
I fucked on this bitch and I tell her, dismissed, just copped a new benz
This shit got four doors, its me and my niggas just me and my bros
We countin' up bands, we count em by fours
I hear someone knockin' don't open that door
All of the money droppin' on the floor
Call me the man, but no, I'm not Gucci (brr)
Get caught on my block now you runnin' like Ruby
I fucked her so hard, got her singin' like toosii
Niggas they mad, cause they really can't do this
These niggas, they really can't do this, don't pull up on me
Cause you know that it's foolish, my niggas jump out with a stick and they do ya
Uh, uh, ain't even talkin' nothin' like Nike
Drop dick, now the bitch tryna wife me
Shit from overseas, so the bitch gotta Skype me
We could go and shoot a movie like Spike Lee
If my dog say its smoke, I'm sliding
Pull up, I ain't doin' no fightin
2-2-3, bullets strike like lightning
Send a hit, we stoppin' the car, we runnin' this bitch
Hole in one, we takin' one shot and I bet we don't miss
Pop shove it, how we spin a bin
He was duckin' off, so they got his friend
If we talkin' checks, we livin' off the land
Send the current, baby and press send
Talk crazy, they don't understand
Ain't nobody made me, I don't fit in
Nigga move lazy, George Jetson
If nobody know, can't nobody snitch
Heard he thuggin' now, was a bitch then
Some shit like that, ain't it
Hold on, let me run that back, let me run that back
Heard he thuggin' now, was a bitch then
I don't know a nigga, heard it from a friend
Don't pay him no means, they just pretend
I'm in the space, coupe with a lesbian
Switch to the backseat, tryna break her in
I want the blues, yeah, nigga Benjamin
Don't care if he pull up with ten of them
If it's up then its stuck, we gon' finish him
Fuck, aye, man, who got a lighter

Written by:
Alonzo James, Deangelo Hamilton, Jahman Muir

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