'94 Flow (feat. Ahyes)

Yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah I, I-I, I-I, I-I-I, I-I I, I-I, I-I I, I, I said, oh, my God, oh, my God (yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah) Oh, my God, oh, my God (yo) Oh, my God, oh, my God (move) Oh, my God, oh, my God (yeah) Whew, goddamn, you gettin' bands, put your hands up Whew, goddamn, you gettin' bands, put your hands up Whew, goddamn, you gettin' bands, put your hands up Whew, goddamn, you gettin' bands, put your hands up Whew, goddamn, you gettin' bands, put your hands up Whew, goddamn, you gettin' bands, put your hands up Whew, goddamn, you gettin' bands, put your hands up Whew, goddamn, you gettin' bands, put your hands up Microphone check, one-two, mic checka Niggas in trouble when GRIP apply pressure .38 snubby that sits on my dresser If plot thickens, them shots lickin', I betcha Silly motherfuckers, you ain't heard about GRIP That dimple-faced nigga with a thirty round clip Made my name in this game, was a word of mouth shit Now when they ask who got flame, niggas blurt it out quick GRIP caught in your feels, I draw the Heckler GRIP, automobiles with all the extras We don't do SRTs, nigga, please Rock VVS in AMGs and M3s AKs and M16s with beams Get rich quick schemes, dick in thick queens Destroyin' the simps that shift and switch teams Loyalty, do you know what that shit means? I, I, I said, oh, my God, oh, my God (yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah) Oh, my God, oh, my God (yo) Oh, my God, oh, my God (move) Oh, my God, oh, my God (yeah) Whew, goddamn, you gettin' bands, put your hands up Whew, goddamn, you gettin' bands, put your hands up Whew, goddamn, you gettin' bands, put your hands up Whew, goddamn, you gettin' bands, put your hands up I came back with the neck meaner Baguettes on my left finger, TEC nina Don't sweat the technique, I wreck beats, sex select freaks Leave her stretched in wet sheets, text her next week Recollect all of them debt collect calls Was stressed, dawg, but now we up (yes, y'all) So let's ball, eight day vacays abroad They actin' like they never seen niggas in Prague Squad chief logs and got the limousines fogged Supreme drawers, hot and lemon pepper wing sauce Prefer flats, we throw the drums on the straps It go, "Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat," dirt nap Cadillac, black on black, serve raps With the same nigga from when I had caught my first sack These niggas wanna blam us, they can't stand us If you got your bands up, put your hands up I, I, I said, oh, my God, oh, my God (yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah) Oh, my God, oh, my God (yo) Oh, my God, oh, my God (move) Oh, my God, oh, my God (yeah) Whew, goddamn, you gettin' bands, put your hands up Whew, goddamn, you gettin' bands, put your hands up Whew, goddamn, you gettin' bands, put your hands up Whew, goddamn, you gettin' bands, put your hands up Whew, goddamn, you gettin' bands, put your hands up Whew, goddamn, you gettin' bands, put your hands up Whew, goddamn, you gettin' bands, put your hands up Whew, goddamn-