NFE Gee and Jaden - Flow

What's that
He think we ain't got flow
We gon have to show him then
Say that
When you broke and got no money you gonna take a risk
I was on the same shit when I was on my dick
Call my dawg up
Like bro let's go hit a lick
Put them gloves on
We don't leave no finger prints
I can't chill with you unless you on that money tip
Me and my dogs know we always make that money flip
Watch yo mouth I got a dick and it be coming quick
Say he gonna rob us
Homie we ain't stunting shit
He be on the west side where them killers at
I be quick to kill a rat
Quick to kill a track
I don't have a job but I still had to work
Like a plant boy I started from the fucking dirt
I was chosen for this shit ever since birth
There's gotta be a reason God put me on this earth
Words ain't finna leave my mouth unless it's true
I be hanging with some bloods but you know my money blue
Sniper on the roof he can hit you from Peru
Take his top off
I ain't talking Campbell soup
Got this weed all up in my system
I killing this beat I'm about to make this shit my victim
You off beat you nigga ain't got no rhythm
I'm kinda like the sea
Sure I'm wavy when I hit them
I got your momma bumping my shit
She think I'm hot
I can make that throat flip and no I won't flop
Going to the top no a nigga won't stop
If they move wrong then we sliding on they block
If he talk smart then we hit him in his top
It's a bloody mess need to go get the mop
Sitting in the room with my niggas
We some goons
Balling with the team
I ain't talking Looney Tunes
Man you niggas softer than some fucking sand like some dunes
I'm shooting for the moon
Book a trip to Cancun
Quick band on a jacket
Yeah Imma blow now
Got two Gs near my dick
Got the hoe down
Opp get smoked in one day just like my quarter pound
Pretty bitch all in my dms
I gotta mow her down
And I'm with Jaden what he said about that moon
All them craters from my shots
I came out shooting from the womb
From the start
What you teach
I ain't fuckin with no leach
Show up to my office empty handed nigga you impeached
Put that nigga to the ground like Jake versus Nate
Oppositions mad see the hate in they face
Keep on fueling I'm gassed up
These other bitches get passed up
You can try to get to my other brother
But there's no way you getting past us
So keep on hating
Keep on hating
Keep on hating
On the low I'm writing scriptures
I don't put them out I'm waiting
Just keep on hating

Written by:
James McCollum

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