Flee Shit

Im puffin on the slow

And yall niggas know im on that right flow

Cause gettin to this dough is all i know

My money fourth and long, but you do not get to throw

 

You see the devil is alive but he work slow

Where do we go after this life, tell the truth i could never know

Apparentally it make you argue more the more things you throw

 

One nation, twenty-one gun salute i'm hopin my true motherfuckers know

In your ears as i kiss ya, on every curveslow down baby don't rush, i like it slow

Dont call me a tool if i show you the rules

Ain't had shit to loose, pullin' my pistol on them fools

A photographic memory, i'm never gonna lose

Let me enlighten you, i am the brightest of the youth

See it's effortless, these niggas can't step up in my shoes

Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin' on gin and juice

And i don’t gotta front, i play these niggas like a wisdom tooth

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth

 

I'll give this rap to you nice and smooth

Bail hard but balling 50 on them pretty shoes

Girls say everything that i write smooth

Now concentrate until you get the juice

White coke, tan dope, black gun, trey deuce

 

my raps over, i will rhyme with you soon

I'm feelin on that 'rillo till i'm level with the moon

And take him to a place that i'm sure we all can blow up, boom