Big Goddo Flaco - 27th (Freestyle)

Ay, Big Goddo Flaco
When I slide in your block, just know bodies gon' drop
Everybody gon' die, somebody gon' cry
And your mama know why, been tellin' the truth a long time
I'm the new Bin Laden, no lie
And I'ma be here a long, long while
I'ma go, go wild
With your ho, oh no, man, you got no style
Just throw in the towel
Keep a low profile, quick to no-scope, pow
Another soldier down
What a low blow, wow, runnin' lil' Oak town
Better tip toe away, put a stick in your face
Get clipped for the pape', I don't beef with nobody that vapes
If you really want smoke, man, come out to play
Smilin' when I come out the bank
Gun on my waist, not a single fuck-givin' man
Look at my face, y'all fam'll be cryin' if they knew what took place
But your life don't matter, it's the money that I'm worried bout
And I really need bread, I can't turn it down
And I really need head from a dirty mouth
I done took this beat from the dirty south
I done showed you what Kansas really bout
Let me tell you what I want
Love and respect, but the money come first
Let me tell you how it's done
Throwin' guns in the trench, fo' gets much worse
Slide slick through your turf with a clip for dessert
Got chipped for them words
Swervin' with the work and the whip
Screamin', how the fuck do you work this bitch?
I never flew a ship, they wish they could do this shit
Big Goddo Flaco motherfuckers

Written by:
tristan gomez

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