The Otherwise - 5 Flows of Death

Gotta get it in fore the beat drop, boil like a tea pot
Birds and the G's I swing from the tree tops
Walk like I talk, show ya girl where the G stop
Bang on her walls like ya heard when the beat drop
Dive in a verse and the words gonna be fly
Cape and tux, no nerds when in these tights
Right hook left, gonna snap, it's sleep time
Anything I touch, on god, finna be mine

Limp when I walk
Get a little bit of liquor then I simp when I talk
Spit a whole lotta shit, that's me in the chalk
And I'm crossed wit a pit, back it up when I bark
My bite is a bitch when you creep in the dark
You ain't vibe to my shit then you faint of the heart
Tryna stop a man that wanna swing in the park
I'ma knock it out the stands, they amazed when I rock

I'm stayin frozen, killin the ozone no sign of explosion
Dive in ya bitch, ain't no dippin my toes in
I'm breakin my legs or I'm breakin the Trojan
The king of my castle, could say that I'm chosen
You bolt for the back like you crafted by Mosin
I stay partin legs like descendants of Moses
Believe it, big homie, the Pope even knows it

You panickin a bunch n i'm just chillin in my saddle,
Got my high horse kickin all the peasants in the rabble
Chatter aint gone get you shit if you cant back it up in battle
Tryna blame ya moms for reasons you that you been a fuckin asshole
Like alright kyle calm it down, you facin gods that shits impossible
You bring apostles at the fam, that's bodies into potholes

Gobble haters like they Ramen, basic bitches got me full
Ain't gotta tuck my chain when robbin, shit is nothin, fake gold
I promise it wont be no problems if i take the cake n go
But if you try to play a hero, in the bag you fallin slow
I'll find ya wife in Iowa, you know I like to Kum & Go
Her ass been posted up at truck stops she cashin like a hoe

Fuck that, give her dick, make her swallow the whole stick
Take it out her ass n lick, puke up on it little bitch
I been known to hit n quit, pushin buttons this is it
Every time i fuckin dip, they hit me up n start the shit
Ring my phone like really quick, tryna get it, just the tip
Screen the call, gettin lit, tryna find another trick
My time is comin, shit, tossin down another benz
I'm blackin out, I'm feelin sick
I'm blackin out, I'm feelin sick

Written by:
Vladimir Korkov

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