Milwaukee Flow

Lyrics

[Intro] (Alright, now I know you're angry) [Chorus] Free bro out that bitch, he the boogieman Bro just popped two Percocets and did a Perky dance I got so many pounds, I'm the turkey man They hit his ass with that Glock, he did the Jordan stance Bro, these Purple jeans, not Jordan Craig A nigga play with YSR, then it's off with heads Bitch, I ain't tryna cuff you, I want tail and head I'm a Yung Sak Runner, bitch, I'm 'bout my bread [Verse 1] Like he drunk Flint water, he got filled with lead Bitch, I only sell weed, bro sellin' heads KD did so many scams, he went to the feds Told my nigga, "Stop drinkin' green, you gon' go to bed" When we chillin' on the block, we got so many choppеrs Bro, put your gun up, there go a helicoptеr You be talkin' down to hoes, you a cock-blocker We put a switch on that bitch, this a Glock chopper Three lines of that Trish got my pop darker My nigga said his opps ain't on shit, his old opps harder I can get a nigga picked off, I'm a shot caller I'm a whole pitbull, so I gotta dog her Broke-ass nigga, you a cheap ass Unc' smoked so much dope, he need rehab I ain't even fuck that lil' bitch, she got teabagged I know a fiend from the South look like Steve Nash [Chorus] Free bro out that bitch, he the boogieman Bro just popped two Percocets and did a Perky dance I got so many pounds, I'm the turkey man They hit his ass with that Glock, he did the Jordan stance Bro, these Purple jeans, not Jordan Craig A nigga play with YSR, then it's off with heads Bitch, I ain't tryna cuff you, I want tail and head I'm a Yung Sak Runner, bitch, I'm 'bout my bread [Verse 2] I asked bro do he want a bag? He said, "Hell yeah" He got a bag, but he always broke, I guess he sell bread They hit his ass in his head, he got red dreads I'm finna drive to the South and serve Ed and Edd [Chorus] Free bro out that bitch, he the boogieman Bro just popped two Percocets and did a Perky dance I got so many pounds, I'm the turkey man They hit his ass with that Glock, he did the Jordan stance Bro, these Purple jeans, not Jordan Craig A nigga play with YSR, then it's off with heads Bitch, I ain't tryna cuff you, I want tail and head I'm a Yung Sak Runner, bitch, I'm 'bout my bread