KJ Suave - CYBER FLOW

(Murphy don't miss)
Aye man
I basically just showed y'all all the different types of
Flows and styles and beats and shit that I can use and niggas really not fucking with me bro
Like I'm really
Okay, yeah
Took a pill and I died in this bitch when I dived in this bitch like
I popped another pill because I love the thrill of the drill, shot him like
But since I'm stealing the flow
I can talk on some shit and just say that it's fake
Drac' clean him up like a rake
No mistake, ran him down he got shot in his

Face
When I come through, don't make no mistakes
I can pearl me a doobie with shake
I can walk in yo moms' crib and make all her children bleed out
While she's giving me face
I'm a nice guy but I can be mean
So it's best if I love you or you won't be safe
I'ma freestyle inside of the booth until I think of something else that rhymes with safe
Thought I told you, I don't make mistakes
That line wasn't an accident, I think it's happening
That flashy rap again
No you can't touch my cup, I'm finna drop again
I mean pour again
Yeah, it's back on repeat I got right with the team
Tried to do it y'all way, it swept me off my feet
Yellow bone on my left and Nike on the fleece
Even if you could rap, you can't keep up with me (Fuck no)
I'm too hard on the beat, I'm too hard on the low
Got the pattern, the skills, and the rhymes and the flow
Thinking you fucking with me? Nigga you got to go
Only person that's fucking with me is yo bitch
When she bend over then touch her toes
Had to hit in the whip, dropped her off at the crib
When I left, I blocked her and went ghost
Know she loving the locs
But I combed 'em out and now a nigga rocking the 'fro (She like it)
I'ma beat it like Jackson, but no, I'm not talking 'bout Michael
I'm talking 'bout 'Bo
Niggas silly, be claiming they moving packs and they ain't never, ever hit the road
Niggas capping 'bout money and cars
Why you lying? Everybody know you a hoe
Bitch

Took a pill and I died in this bitch when I dived in this bitch like
I popped another pill because I love the thrill of the drill, shot him like
But since I'm stealing the flow
I can talk on some shit and just say that it's fake
Drac' clean him up like a rake
No mistake, ran him down he got shot in his

Coming from the start, I ain't even about to wait on the beat
You bet' no cut me off, I ain't finished so let me speak
I get to dripping like the rain or ceiling that got a leak
I take both hands and get to spreading apart like I'm tryna peak
Lean back, Fat Joe shorty tell me, can you dig it ?
Make the money spin around like a Beyblade, you got to rip it
If you felling froggy lil nigga you better ribbit
Cause I ain't got time for women
I mean these bitches
Ex left dry, she ain't really see the vision
Or maybe her bestie was getting all up in our business
I swear if I see her, I'm smacking that bitch with a chicken
Wouldn't even post the hoe picture if she went missing
Hold on man, I go to stop, the booth finna burn down

Written by:
Khaleel Johnson

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