Suave 1k - Quarantine Flow

Turn me up in the headphones man
Uhh (One take)

Ligths, camera, action
I ain't never been lackin, I stay bout dat action
Tryna press up? finna be maxin
Send out da shootta, show how we packin
Miyagi wit choppas, that's how it's clappin
545 Make em fly like aladdin
Flick of da wrist, doing dat back spin
Step on da gas, losing dat traction
Split em one time, just like a fraction
Boom, boom, bow, seen da reaction
Run through da 6 not through da flags
Play was illegal, they threw up the flag
Offense 6, 5, no need for da grab
Clip was caught flying, stick shiftin one hand
Down shiftin da gear, empty out on command
Low hit ya lineup, contract to expand
Passin ya stick to a chick or da man wit hottest of da hand
Shoot like Ginobili, only left hand
Hit em one, turn em to sand
Stickin too much, not finna jam
P.B and J., ain't movin no jam
Stuffin two bodies, one body bag, it's crammed
Packin anuva, 220 grams in da back of da van
Smoked by a hollow, you a fan
Makin em a picture of fiction, real life pictogram
Back in da flow, reversin da flow, feeling like Roxanne
Spinnin a psyche, flow neurotoxic
Flow neurotoxic, play wit ya brain
Can't ride witta hoe, two different lanes
Anger too strong, too hard to contain
Ice in my veins, feeling like Zane
Glock 30, max spread, deal out max pain
Fresh grain on da block train, paintin ya picture, ya blood is da paint
I know I am smart, ain't neva been sane
Stay on the tracks, ain't catchin no train
Life I am livin ain't close to humane, been behind but detained
104 Octane, I got that propane, gas, flames
Dude ion kno said Fooli come here
Put his head to the tooli, what he wann hear
Condition from nothing, totally severe
Doubled up cups, nyquil severe
Invented the flow, poetic Shakespeare
Playing the station, no it's not sony
Thought you was real, you juss a phony
Got a weed farm, up in ya attic
Cocaine lockup in ya basement, one of ya cronies
Printing dat counta fit money, running guns through neighbors, ain't by my lonely
Making dat money, shawty you broke, ya pockets is boney
She wanted me back, she had to clone me
Bought a new plane, bought a new hanger
Den a night club, they think I'm da banker
Bank account big and it weigh lika anchor
Carabina de Specialé shoot dem .762s
Beast mode 2, Streets Locked 2
Got ice cream? Gimme a scoop
Big dawg but I eat witta spoon
Damn

Written by:
Daniel Cutchember

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