444 KeyLo - Buffalo State Of Mind

I had to remind y'all who the best real quick
Always sleeping on me
Flow is so impeccable
Can't put a bitch on a pedestal
Flat tires push the pedal still
He got more streams but I'm better still
More strains for a better feel
He lack some, I wack some
Get pack something like Battlefield
Tac drum, when that tec come Imma rob the plug for that Benadryl
Chump change but I been with bills
Done playing on they Unc grave I've been in fields
They just talk for the benefits
Tell me how the fuck my brother switch
Ex eye me up cause I'm up now but she been a bitch
Three four gang been the clique
Spit cocaine come get a sniff
Go mode why I'm acting stiff
Call up Max up, go grab that blick
Go wack, dump, we gon' get him hit
That's repo don't be talking shit
Bitch slapped cause he talking slick
(Shouldn't of been talking little pussy)
So you better not talk at all
Once I catch wind like the weather changing Imma set him blazing
We can watch him fall
And I been amazing ain't no hesitating I been one of the greatest I beat em' all
Take a seat let me teach you no review but bring up the past
We can watch him crawl till he dead
Put a barrel to his head for speaking on me or my family
We gone have to see if he bleed red
Cause my homies out here switching
Popping off any minute
Tropical all my bitches, pop em' then put tip in
Stop it know I'm just kidding this popsicle needs a licking
Put my opps inside a grave and my bitch different positions
She grab my hips when I hit it but I don't want any children
What's happening I'm just chilling
Tapping in with my villains
Savage mode I just kill em'
I done had crack heads pop out the cut tryna run ones I was thirteen
Moving smarter, grinding harder, chopping work better keep that dirt clean
Pulling up
Late night
Hopping out
Bodies start dropping now
And I got a lot to say but I don't be saying nun
Hop out start spraying sum, boy better be playing dumb
Cuz I got the evidence
Elegant with the flow like it's heaven sent
Play her my music and she said I rap like I'm Eminem
I'm taking W's on both sides like M&Ms
Matter fact give me the pen again
I cant play with these hoes I been better than
I just being going and flowing can't stop it
I'm already knowing I'm more than a profit
They fake it for Snap and the Insta then watch it
Wake up taking pictures talking bout problems (Ugh)
(I know these little bitches be talking bout me but)
That's just nonsense to me
Better stay down before you come up man that's what God says to me
I'm bout sauce like gooey
Man I'm the boss step to me you can't
Pull the strap he ran like Usain
No hands just hammers touché
Boy I been the man what you saying
No kid shit, I cant play
Too lit for two days
How the fuck I complain
They got me going out my way
I don't advise it
End up like the skeleton side of my closet
I can't go back on that promise
Talk tough and I let him put one in your noggin
Playin wit who, I am not him
Put shots in his tummy now I got him nauseous
Dripping Balenci I'm balling
Swagger jackers you would think that I taught it
Pop out the tag cause I bought it
She throw it back and you know that I caught it
She drop that ass ain't no audit
If she want the scoop I pull up in an Audi
Sorry I'm fucking your daughter
I'm here to stay like some permanent marker
Get marked up with a red dot
I be killing these hoes, all dead thots
No feelings, so cold my heap top
Put one right there like dead shot
And I'm ending the saga
No Gucci or Louis, no Fendi, no Prada
Promise you not getting nada
Bitches be tripping and so out of pocket
All of em' causing me problems
But me I'm not tripping cause I kind of want em'
Know how I love my drama
But play with my mama you catching the llama boy

Written by:
Lorenzo Arricale

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