AGGRESSIVE FLOW

Lyrics

[Intro] ('Sace whipped this shit up) (Damn, Donny made this?) [Verse] He'll get your ass wiped, don't fuck with him Three tennis chains on, cost a fuckin' M Play duck, duck, goose, see if you duck a ten A nigga snatch my chain, he dyin' doin' the runnin' man When we hop out the car, everybody got a gun in hand I'm finna audit you lil' niggas, I'm Uncle Sam I'm done fuckin' with my daddy, but I fuck with Tam, that's my auntie Real shit, I'm probably finna cut off Alee This shit been fuckin' with my mental, bruh, I can't think Anxiety, if I ain't got a Xanny bar, I can't sleep Variety, we got a party pack, it's like eighteen You lyin' to me if you tell me them is not fake jeans You down with me 'cause bro clutchin' on a Glock 18 with monkey nuts on it You got fake Chrome jeans, I don't even want 'em I had a gun on me, but I won't even show it He had a gun on him, but he won't even blow it and we all know it They put me in a hole knowin' I'm claustrophobic I did too much time, so I came home and bought a Rollie Then I bought a Sky-Dweller, then I bought a AP Then I bought another one and bought my bae three Black smoke gettin' in my eyes, bruh, I can't see Just hit a bitch from the C's, raw, now I can't pee If he ain't got on six-carat earrings, that ain't Ri', that ain't me If he ain't got a Lamb' truck, bitch, that ain't me If he ain't got a million dollar crib, nigga, matter of fact, this bitch one point three If he ain't got a pool at the crib, that ain't me If he ain't had a M, nigga, then that ain't Ri' If that nigga ain't my mom he can't spank me I'm the reason Flint poppin', better thank me I coulda got a gun in jail, you not gon' shank me You know I take it far, every time I get pissed off, I take a bar Then I calm down, then I settle down He just had some purp', he got some yellow now He was a Ja Morant fan, he like LaMelo now This bitch been ballin' with me ten years, ain't got a ring, she like Carmelo now Way I put my balls between her legs, she like AI I stay high, I up an M in cash, they said it's AI I believe in a higher power, I can't die I told you I'd never fuck your bitch 'cause I can't try M.I.N.E. entertainment, richest niggas out of Flint, I can't lie Caught the nigga ridin' on a bike, we gon' skate by Do a U-turn, jump out and drop eighty-five Coulda hit you with the whole hundred "Your baby fucked up, let me hold somethin'," I hate hearin' that shit I don't even fear God, I ain't scared of shit Don't wear Fear of God, I don't wear Essentials That nigga beat a fed case with a paralegal He had a hundred cal, that was a pair of Eagles Two .50 cals, this a fuckin' ten milli', it'll flip a cow Drive the Lamb' like Ricky Bobby and I'm Ricky'd Down Bitch, I'm on house arrest, you know that I don't sit around I gotta stay on my feet, I gotta move quick I— every day I gotta do shit Every day I'm ridin' 'round with two clips If we drunk four pints, is that two fifths? I don't know my math, I'm kinda high now I kinda get sleepy when I'm— uh, alright You get shot in your head, you better not lie down, you better not close your eyes You know if you panic, then you gonna die This a chrome .45 30s made me go to sleep but my bone alive The bitch jumped on my dick like she rode a bike I got too much J on, I don't wanna fight I don't wanna beat your ass, bro I want your life You try to gaffle, boys, boy, you gonna die You try M-I-N-E, you gon' D-I-E You gotta sign a NDA and let me see ID Before I let you in the crib, give your phone to D And you gotta let 'em tint your car My YN on bullshit, he just sniffed a bar He bent the corner in the Hellcat and put that bitch in park He shootin' a .308, we can hit from afar We ridin' with a fuckin' sniper rifle If I only fuck one time, then I don't like you I'm a real nigga, if you go to jail, I am not gon' write you But I put a hundred dollars on your book so you could buy some Nikes I remember when my bro wouldn't let me buy no diapers He came home, I gave him ten thousand, then a pint of Wocky Keep throwin' that shit in these niggas' face, I feel cocky Call me Shottie D, this is Shottie B BB's in the slug, that's how Shotties be You gotta load that bitch up If you a M.I.N.E. gaffle boy entertainment, nigga, hold your— Nigga, hold your— uh, uh, nigga, hold your shit up Nigga, hold your wrist up, don't get twisted up Tell the bitch I need my hair twisted up After she do my hair, she gon' lick my nuts Your baby daddy cannot fuck with me, I wear Rick and stuff I don't trick enough, so I don't hit enough I heard they hit your brother up and you ain't pick him up I'm somewhere with a bad bitch, eatin' chicken butt I done drunk a lot of pints, I need my liver flushed I can't believe Sosa came in my house, rolled Swishers up Then a nigga fell asleep off bars, talm'bout lift him up Knowin' damn well can't nobody pick your big ass up Matter fact, let me hit your cup Where the fuckin' ball at? Nigga, lift it up Lift the bottle top 'fore you get your bottle popped Got off some 2Pac shit, almost shot a cop Don't give a fuck what kinda gun you got, it can't stop a chop' I hope you know nigga get cut in half when choppers chop When choppers chop, when a chopper chop When a chopper chop, it's a chopper chop Choppa style, we in Chopper City I pull up on my mama, brought a chopper with me Pull up on my baby mama, brought a chopper with me I pull up on my nigga, got a Glocky with me I can't let him see it, he might try to slide In a Lamb' truck, I made the ass shake when they got behind me I know I'm finna drop a tape, I wanna drop somebody I feel like Future in '08, I'm finna pop a molly Drink some Activis, I'll smack a bitch I'm really havin' this, I don't be actin' rich Real dope fiend, baby, I grew up smellin' crack and shit Hit him in the shoulder, he did a backwards flip Bitch, my heart gettin' colder, you better not ask for shit, I'ma tell you no You say you finna get put out your house, I'ma tell you so You raise your voice when you in my house, I'ma tell you go I wish a nigga would throw a— now I'm tellin' Ghost They shot his ass up close, all you smell is smoke That shit reekin' through the bag, I can tell it's dope The bitch asked me ten questions, all I said was, "Nope" The nigga showed Will somethin', all he said it was, "Dope" Jay asked me, "Should I do it?" I'ma tell him, "Go" I swear to God If Woody walk in the liquor store, that bitch gettin' robbed, free my nigga Woody A nigga put a hit on my chain, I'm goin' out like Gucci Slidin' out of Maybeezy, nigga tried me, I'm goin' out like Lucci Like, bitch, why the fuck did you just get in my car and it smell like coochie? Welcome to the mind of a maniac, I feel like Boosie My lips wet, I need some codeine, bro, I feel like Pookie Twenty naked hoes in the house while I smell like dookie