AGGRESSIVE FLOW

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 **** 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' ****, 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 eight 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 eighteen

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 Cs 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, ****, then that ain't Ree

If that **** ain't my mommy, can't spank me

I'm the reason Flint poppin', better thank me

I could've got a gun in jail, 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

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 and 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

MINE entertainment, richest **** out of Flint, I can't lie

Caught the **** ridin' on a bike, we gon' skate by

Do a U-turn, jump out and drop eighty-five

Could've 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 the Fear of God, I don't wear Essentials

That **** 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

A'ight, 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, I'm like, "Alright"

You get shot in your head, you better not lie down

You better not close your ass

You know if you panic, then you gonna die, this a chrome .45

Thirties 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, boy, I want your life

You try the Gaffer 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 ****, if you go to jail, I am not gon' write you

But I'll 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 Wocky

Keep throwin' that shit in these ****' 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 MINE Gaffer Boy, entertainment, ****, hold your, ****, hold your

****, hold your shit up

****, 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, but you ain't pick him up

I'm somewhere with a bad bitch and eating chicken butt

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 **** 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? ****, 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 **** 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 ****, 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 Actavis, 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 **** would though, 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 **** showed Will something, all he said 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 **** Woody

A **** put a hit on my chain, I'm goin' out like Gucci

Flyin' out of May-BZ, **** 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