CoolOut6 - Nuk Flow

Ima 90's crackstar it all started in the sticks
Ima real country nicca i need potatoes with them grits
Catch me thumbing threw bag I'm prolly wit somebody bitch
Yea I'm deep up in that water but Ian fuckin with no fish
I rather bag up all these nuggets till McDonald's serving shrimp
You can call me John Stockton cuz I'm good wit my assist
Ian never been the type to cry or pout a bitch
You the type nicca that'll give your keys to a fuckin bitch
I rather shake the pot or buss a bow cuz I'm trying rich
Had to cut em off cuz they fuccin up my brothership
Wen I get the load I'm heading home just like the mothership
I been getting sick and tired of this racist government
Took a couple losses Ian tripping we gone shake it back
Ridin from the country to the city pray I make it back
The doctors couldn't even find the bullets cuz they in the trap
Fuccin up my mood wit that crying so I sent a rack
You can try to slide all you want ain't no coming back
The way I throw the bows they said I should've tried for running back
Nigga got rickyed on his street ain't no running back
Before I leave the doctor tellem thank you and tip my hat
Bitches seem to love a young nicca wen he really trap
Ian trying to get up in the mix I'm illegally strapped
Prolly smoking with thick bitch when I'm in the trap
Gave her tht performance wen I threw a couple Addie's back
Ima 90's crackstar it all started in the sticks
Ima real country nicca i need potatoes wit them grits
Catch me thumbing threw bag I'm prolly wit somebody bitch
Yea I'm deep up in that water but Ian fucking with no fish
I rather bag up all these nuggets till McDonald's serving shrimp
You can call me John Stockton cuz I'm good wit my assist
Ian never been the type to cry or pout a bitch
You the type nicca that'll give your keys to a fuckin bitch

Written by:
Jevon Lee

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