Webbie Flow

I'm finna keep it as trill as possible on this bitch

Yeah, the Trill Young Savage way (LJ)

Purple

Now, baby, come give me that top just like a headset

Shawty ate that dick so long, she got my bed wet

Hopped out the bed, couldn't even walk, I had the dead legs

Crib around the corner, but for Santa, I'm waitin' on FedEx

I'm waitin' on this box right now, I can't wait till it touch down

Get outside your body and get loud, I bet you in your mouth

Suggest you calm your ass down, call the plug, we on the last pound

I know I'm the coach, but I'ma clip you, catch you out of bounds

Don't call my phone about no city shit, I'm out of town

Don't care about that muggin' when you broke, ****, you gotta frown

I was just broke, but I ain't trippin', bitch, I got it now

You ain't gotta call, if he was dissin', ****, gun him down

****, I ain't sendin' no hits, I'd rather itch

Pull up by myself, scream "Help," then hit his ass with switch

I throw a dress on with a wig, I walk down like a bitch

Bitch, it's Big Yay, scum the shit, been fuckin' hoes since Kik

Bitch, I was broke, I hurt my wrist, I had to ice this bitch

Baby, you so fine, let me bite your ear, I'm on some Tyson shit

Sellin' these bows, rockin' these shows, I'm startin' to like this shit

My face card clean, pull up right now and I'll swipe this bitch

Pants low, afro, no shirt, blowin' purp

I'm not a star, I'm just a regular old hood ****

VIP, doin' shows, fuckin' hoes, ****

I used to have gold, but now I'm finna go back diamond mouth

A half of Runtz, pack of Blacks, whole pound of Thraxx

Presidential shit, pussy ****, I'm at Obama house

Murder weapon, got a flat back on the nine, I ain't lyin'

That fully sticky, it hold a whole motherfuckin' hundred

Think before you move 'cause you don't wanna move wrong

Send your hitman, ****, I'll put that tool on him

Sound like a broom, don't it?

Bitch, I'm the larger West Hammer, come on, tell me, who want it?

Who really want this shit?

In the hood like my motor gettin' fixed

I know I'm fat, but 'bout that bread, I'll push up on you quick

Aye, 'bout that cheese and 'bout that bread, bae, but I exercise

Trippin' if it's petty, but if it's big, bitch, I can't let it ride

Like the girl that sued the lick, leave that four, but spend that sack at Fifth

I just spent a fifth at Saks, I can't front you, might not get that back

My plug keep throwin' bricks, I think this **** Ken the Shaq

Bae, you missin' credits, don't arch my enemies the way you bend your back

Bae, how you do that shit? I ain't even know you knew that trick

Pussy so damn good, I might just crash, I need to sue this bitch

Been married to the game, gave her a ring, put on a suit and shit

I put on the cape, fly to the trap, tryna get super rich

Pants low, afro, no shirt, blowin' purp

I'm not a star, I'm just a regular old hood ****

VIP, doin' shows, fuckin' hoes, ****

I used to have gold, but now I'm finna go back diamond mouth

A half of Runtz, pack of Blacks, whole pound of Thraxx

Presidential shit, pussy ****, I'm at Obama house

Murder weapon, got a flat back on the nine, I ain't lyin'

That fully sticky, it hold a whole motherfuckin' hundred