"AGGRESSIVE FLOW" lyrics
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 running man
When we hop out the car, everybody got a gun in hand
I'm finna audit you lil' nigga, 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 her off a 8 leaf
This shit been fuckin' with my mental, boy, I can't think
Anxiety, if I ain't got a Xanny, bruh, I can't sleep
Variety, we got a party pack, it's like 18
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 wouldn'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 Ree, 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—matter of fact, this bitch 1.3
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 Ree
If that nigga ain't my mommy, can't spank me
I'm the reason Flint poppin', better thank me
I coulda got a gun in jail, yeah, 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 Lame'lo 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, 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 nigga out of Flint, I can't lie
Caught the nigga ridin' on a bike, we gon' skate by
I could do a U-turn, jump off and drop eighty-five
Coulda hit you with the whole hunnid
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 God, I don't wear Essentials
That nigga beat a fed case with a paralegal
He had a hunnid cal out, that was a pair of Eagles
Two-fifty cals, this a fuckin' ten milli', it'll flip a cow
Drive the Lamb like Ricky Bobby and I'm Ricky 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 like, "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, but 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 your ID
Before I let you in the crib, give your phone to D
And you gotta let 'em tint your car
My white man on bullshit, he just sniffed a bar
He bent the quarter in the Hellcat, 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 Wocki
Keep throwin' that shit in these niggas' face, I feel cocky
Call me Shottie D, this is Shottie B
Beat B'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
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 but
I done drunk a lot of pints, I need my liver flushed
I can't believe Sosa came in my house while Swish was up
Then a nigga fell asleep off bar, time I 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 choppa-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' ghosts
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
Flyin' out of May-BZ, 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
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 running man
When we hop out the car, everybody got a gun in hand
I'm finna audit you lil' nigga, 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 her off a 8 leaf
This shit been fuckin' with my mental, boy, I can't think
Anxiety, if I ain't got a Xanny, bruh, I can't sleep
Variety, we got a party pack, it's like 18
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 wouldn'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 Ree, 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—matter of fact, this bitch 1.3
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 Ree
If that nigga ain't my mommy, can't spank me
I'm the reason Flint poppin', better thank me
I coulda got a gun in jail, yeah, 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 Lame'lo 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, 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 nigga out of Flint, I can't lie
Caught the nigga ridin' on a bike, we gon' skate by
I could do a U-turn, jump off and drop eighty-five
Coulda hit you with the whole hunnid
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 God, I don't wear Essentials
That nigga beat a fed case with a paralegal
He had a hunnid cal out, that was a pair of Eagles
Two-fifty cals, this a fuckin' ten milli', it'll flip a cow
Drive the Lamb like Ricky Bobby and I'm Ricky 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 like, "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, but 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 your ID
Before I let you in the crib, give your phone to D
And you gotta let 'em tint your car
My white man on bullshit, he just sniffed a bar
He bent the quarter in the Hellcat, 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 Wocki
Keep throwin' that shit in these niggas' face, I feel cocky
Call me Shottie D, this is Shottie B
Beat B'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
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 but
I done drunk a lot of pints, I need my liver flushed
I can't believe Sosa came in my house while Swish was up
Then a nigga fell asleep off bar, time I 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 choppa-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' ghosts
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
Flyin' out of May-BZ, 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
