Yeah flow stupid. This is how I do it. Maybach flow nigga you are in the buick. Your girl a doodoo momma. So you know I don’t give 2 shits. Ain’t no grey area. I just breed them blue pits. Niggas talk tough but they don’t want it though. Confront it to your face and then I’ll tell your man that he a hoe. Bow wizzle I’m as real as it gets. I’m either getting money or boning a chick. Counting all this money. All these bottles we popping. In a club with the models. Got so many options. Nigga talk your shit. Yeah they hate me they watching. They know my flow ill. I be spitting and hulking biatch. At 15 the bentley was a kid’s dream. Now these couple links got me speaking like I’m european. A hundred thousand packed at the show in manila. Then I’m down in africa where the kids are the killers. Got a mind of a king but a heart of a gorilla. You can imitate but ain’t nobody realer. Yeah I’m counting all this money. Milli for the bugatti. And my girl ass thick like buffy the body. And which one I’ma choose. I think her with the woos. I keep paper like the kid in elementary school. You know I’m smoking on the finest. G5 to the islands. I’m too fly yeah it’s like I’m on autopilot. Man stop it I’m way outta your league. See it’ll take a lifetime to spend all this cheese. I got a new bitch for erryday of the week. Suck a nigga off until I’m fast asleep. You know…. Take it back to the hood. Screaming father forgive us. All my killers what’s good. You know my flow is like murder. Go on give me a sentence. Got too many bars you think I’m building a prison. Anything that I sing is a hit car collision. How you got all that mouth and your heart is missing. Stop playing with me y’all lames to me. Me and chris got our weight up. Better your cake up. Like g&c get your weight up