"$kinny Flow" lyrics
On god, on gang, man, I do it myself
Woah, on god, on gang, man, I do it myself
On god, on gang, man, I do it myself
Woah, on god, on gang, man, I do it myself, bitch
On god, on gang, doing my dolo (Dolo)
Me and my niggas never ride solo (No)
Keep your distance, you know that's a no-no (Please)
Hardly ever pissed 'cause your chick want a photo (Cheese)
You ain't never been that fly, I been that guy
Over? Then it's overdo, been that type (Wow)
They know that I'm ooh, no so they skip me up (What?)
But they know my shit slaps so they hit me up
The irony
We got 'em steamed up over press (Yeah)
The passion is never slacking, my jeans the best
Grandaddy's blood, I'm not a pussy, boy (Nah)
Kill 'em with kindness until they push me, boy
Hella fast in the wrong direction, who steering that?
Call me anything but weak, we ain't hearing that, nigga
We turned dub till death
Taking shots, top shelf
Never needed nigga's help
On god, on gang, man, I do it myself
Woah, on god, on gang, man, I do it myself
On god, on gang, man, I do it myself
Woah, on god, on gang, man, I do it myself, bitch
Bro, ayy, bro, it's a prank, bro, it's a prank, bro, it's a prank, bro
What's the fucking slope, nigga?
It's just my prank, bro, it's just a prank, bro
Talk slow
It's a prank, bro, I swear, it's just a prank, it's just a prank, it's for YouTube, bro, just for YouTube, bro
Some niggas follow me on YouTube, nigga, being that tight, I be rapping shit, follow my Instagram too
Ok, bro, ok, bro, I'll shout you out, bro
But you niggas need to stop playing like that
Ok
You need to stop, they won't play like that
Ok, bro
Yeah, can't get rich, can't get money, yeah (No)
Crash hella fast, way to be a dummy, yeah (Stupid)
Not a Richard, no, he need to spin up, whoo
Bust my show, let's get the line up, ah
Fuck 'bout your feelings, you know the business (You know the business, ho)
Killing these niggas, don't need a witness (Don't need a witness, blah)
Counting them digits, pulling 'em way back (Yeah)
Stacks so stupid, why would you say that?
That little nigga gon' go hard as ever (Who?)
Stay in the kitchen (Yeah), down to the mixing (Uhh)
They ask for 'Tay Keith' like, this boy ain't clever
Have faith in the mission, quit what you're bitchin' (Wait)
Nothing else to say, it's on the way, ho, be patient (Blah)
Still cookin' niggas, I got blood on my apron (Hold on, peep)
People's champ, yeah, they know I got the build
Now the oldest that you leave on the shelf
On god, on gang, man, I do it myself
Woah, on god, on gang, man, I do it myself
On god, on gang, man, I do it myself
Woah, on god, on gang, man, I do it myself, bitch
Woah, on god, on gang, man, I do it myself
On god, on gang, man, I do it myself
Woah, on god, on gang, man, I do it myself, bitch
On god, on gang, doing my dolo (Dolo)
Me and my niggas never ride solo (No)
Keep your distance, you know that's a no-no (Please)
Hardly ever pissed 'cause your chick want a photo (Cheese)
You ain't never been that fly, I been that guy
Over? Then it's overdo, been that type (Wow)
They know that I'm ooh, no so they skip me up (What?)
But they know my shit slaps so they hit me up
The irony
We got 'em steamed up over press (Yeah)
The passion is never slacking, my jeans the best
Grandaddy's blood, I'm not a pussy, boy (Nah)
Kill 'em with kindness until they push me, boy
Hella fast in the wrong direction, who steering that?
Call me anything but weak, we ain't hearing that, nigga
We turned dub till death
Taking shots, top shelf
Never needed nigga's help
On god, on gang, man, I do it myself
Woah, on god, on gang, man, I do it myself
On god, on gang, man, I do it myself
Woah, on god, on gang, man, I do it myself, bitch
Bro, ayy, bro, it's a prank, bro, it's a prank, bro, it's a prank, bro
What's the fucking slope, nigga?
It's just my prank, bro, it's just a prank, bro
Talk slow
It's a prank, bro, I swear, it's just a prank, it's just a prank, it's for YouTube, bro, just for YouTube, bro
Some niggas follow me on YouTube, nigga, being that tight, I be rapping shit, follow my Instagram too
Ok, bro, ok, bro, I'll shout you out, bro
But you niggas need to stop playing like that
Ok
You need to stop, they won't play like that
Ok, bro
Yeah, can't get rich, can't get money, yeah (No)
Crash hella fast, way to be a dummy, yeah (Stupid)
Not a Richard, no, he need to spin up, whoo
Bust my show, let's get the line up, ah
Fuck 'bout your feelings, you know the business (You know the business, ho)
Killing these niggas, don't need a witness (Don't need a witness, blah)
Counting them digits, pulling 'em way back (Yeah)
Stacks so stupid, why would you say that?
That little nigga gon' go hard as ever (Who?)
Stay in the kitchen (Yeah), down to the mixing (Uhh)
They ask for 'Tay Keith' like, this boy ain't clever
Have faith in the mission, quit what you're bitchin' (Wait)
Nothing else to say, it's on the way, ho, be patient (Blah)
Still cookin' niggas, I got blood on my apron (Hold on, peep)
People's champ, yeah, they know I got the build
Now the oldest that you leave on the shelf
On god, on gang, man, I do it myself
Woah, on god, on gang, man, I do it myself
On god, on gang, man, I do it myself
Woah, on god, on gang, man, I do it myself, bitch
Writer(s): Troy Earvin Curry, Jackson Emery
