Copy My Flow

Damn, son! (Four3va the fuckin' G.O.A.T., nigga, fuck is you talkin' 'bout?) (I love DJ GREN8DE) Hoe what I say I was 17 with that glizzy Pop shit at fuck nigga made nigga get dizzy Rap shit before video this shit no kizzy Draco rushed down my block just got it Bitch I'm sticky Playboi with that blicky like I fuck on Iggy Brazilian bitch with me, know she pop a titty Told that bitch that I loved her But I was just kidding Had to kill the fuck niggas We just like good riddance Put on Prada you know ain't no pressure When these hollow tip hit him They put him on stretcher The glizzy my nanny I call that bitch Jessie I dropped down with that Smith & Wesson So don't test me We gon' pop at his partner because I'm so petty My psycho they itchin call them Machiavelli We fuckin like 3 or 4 different bitches in the telly Police pull me over throw gas out the window Shit smelly Vampire they pop out at night, shit get deadly That boy caught there deep end We gave his ass wedgie I fucked thirty nigga live life just like belly I just (grr) at that nigga When I knew they not ready I'm addicted to count money I got a lil fetish He talkin' 'bout his stomach hurt cus We just popped at his belly Lil bitch got the WAP I just told her that Fetty We twin nigga top like spaghetti I mix up the Glock like I'm Nino and Dreddie He can't come to the block We swang door like King Dready You just missed all your shots You can't shoot that bit' steady They copy my flow And I don't get no god damn credit! Got all types of hoes and they bought out heavy That semi-auto full I just popped out the Chevy Pussy ass nigga y'all nigga bit' soft Just like Teddies