Copy My Flow

Damn, son!

(Four3va the fuckin' G.O.A.T., nigga, fuck is you talkin' 'bout?)

(I love DJ GREN8DE)

Hoe what I say

I was 17 with that glizzy

Pop shit at fuck nigga made nigga get dizzy

Rap shit before video this shit no kizzy

Draco rushed down my block just got it

Bitch I'm sticky

Playboi with that blicky like I fuck on Iggy

Brazilian bitch with me, know she pop a titty

Told that bitch that I loved her

But I was just kidding

Had to kill the fuck niggas

We just like good riddance

Put on Prada you know ain't no pressure

When these hollow tip hit him

They put him on stretcher

The glizzy my nanny I call that bitch Jessie

I dropped down with that Smith & Wesson

So don't test me

We gon' pop at his partner because I'm so petty

My psycho they itchin call them Machiavelli

We fuckin like 3 or 4 different bitches in the telly

Police pull me over throw gas out the window

Shit smelly

Vampire they pop out at night, shit get deadly

That boy caught there deep end

We gave his ass wedgie

I fucked thirty nigga live life just like belly

I just (grr) at that nigga

When I knew they not ready

I'm addicted to count money I got a lil fetish

He talkin' 'bout his stomach hurt cus

We just popped at his belly

Lil bitch got the WAP I just told her that Fetty

We twin nigga top like spaghetti

I mix up the Glock like I'm Nino and Dreddie

He can't come to the block

We swang door like King Dready

You just missed all your shots

You can't shoot that bit' steady

They copy my flow

And I don't get no god damn credit!

Got all types of hoes and they bought out heavy

That semi-auto full I just popped out the Chevy

Pussy ass nigga y'all nigga bit' soft

Just like Teddies