Kid Greatness - 2020 FLOW 2

Wait hold up
Why y’all bitches talk’n like y’all got some money
I’m sorry honey, Ion’t even want ya, cause you too funny
Booty softer than a fucking a pillow, and a stuff bunny
Got a girl call me baby daddy cause she just want me
Damn this bitch crazy
She tryna have my babies
Damn this bitch ugly damn she must have some rabbies
I’ll knock a nigga out if a nigga don’t pay me
A nigga need to get up cause a nigga getting lazy
Uh, Uh, Uh
I was like damn nigga, you look me up on google chrome
I’m the same nigga bro, I ain’t never been alone
If a nigga come talk’n, bet I’ll put one in his dome
Then a week later, I promise you gone hear it in a song
Let me stop snitching, man I’m fucking tripp’n
Got me all wet, cause my designer stay dripp’n
I don’t even wanna talk, I just want you to listen
I gotta a story for you baby, but you gotta see the vision
Like damn
Why you nigga talk’n like y’all in the slam
Y’all see me out here throwing a football
Like my name is Cam
All I wanna do is a shout out, to my brother Sam
Tripp’n bout money, cause a nigga get it from his fam
A Nigga get it from his fam, put that on the fucking spam
Feel’n like Todd Gurley nigga, playing for the Rams
Pull up with a 40 bet i smoke em, like nigga bam!
Fuck a ford lil baby imma pull up in a fucking lamb
Oh wait, yeah, I’m sorry lil’ bro
I’m sorry you didn’t know I was the man
Is was all in the plan
God told me he wanted me to tell in a lil advance
Lil’ bro you a fan
You listen to my music you didn’t think I know in advance
Lil’ nigga quit playing
You be talking like you got some money, but it’s not in your hand
Lil’ nigga I’m saying
I ain’t talking no shit, I’m just speaking some facts to you fam,
Like nigga just go
You getting on my nerves lil’ baby you don’t even know
Heard you was hoe
So I’m sorry lil baby, but you gotta go back to being broke
Fuck you though
I don’t give a fuck bout you lil baby so go hit the door
Lil’ nigga you broke
I ain’t Mexican bitch, but I roll with the cartels
Ice cream bitch, cause I got it from carvel
Gotta fucking cat talk’n like he motherfuck’n Garfield
Sooner or later I’ll be liv’n in the far hills
Sooner or later I’ll be paying my mama car bills
Gotta a lot coins saved up and the jar filled
When I get rich, bet I get fuckin’ music deal
Ion’ even gotta speak, you already know I keep it real
Yeah bitch like woah, no lil baby though
A young nigga finna blow
A young nigga finna glow
If he not fucking enemy, he a motherfuck’n foe
Yeah he kept talking shit, ‘til I caught him at the store
I can see it coming true
I don’t know bout you
Uh count’n bluefaces and they motherfuck’n blue
Yeah I pull up to the stu, make a song with the crew
Yeah this song right here is called 2020 Flow 2

Written by:
Elijah Duruo

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