a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

flow (rapper) - u know what it is lyrics

[hook]
this some sh-t that the hero can fly to
hit the mall throw a stack and get fly to
faster than a speeding bullet bet i move by you
hoes state to state then bring ’em to the biome
b-tches that don’t smoke that’s the ones i saying bye to
chillin’ with the hero so you know she in the sky too
gone gone gone gone gone gone gone
check me out

[verse]
i got a b-tch name vanessa
like how i finesse her
she roll my cross joints i call em my tri fectors
looking in the mirror tryna get herself together
i’m smoking on a fat one play madden on her projector
syrup and whatever, all type of beverages
and we like it muddy we ion f-ck with that generic sh-t
fgm these other n-gg-s irrelevant
hit em with the choppa turn a pirate to a skeleton
you already know that the hero the sickest
put yo hands in the air like i’m robbin’ you b-tches
man i’m tired of n-gg-s telling me they patna be spittin
i just shake my head and laugh and say you gotta be kidding
you ain’t got a position
you prolly tired of my rippin’, up these tracks like some motherf-ckin’ paper and scissors
18 and they comparing me to weezy and jigga and all the grown model b-tches want my d-ck in them system ha
supadupa hero flow, supdadupa power
c-ke all white like the sand on an island
smoking on some kush and its green like an eye lift
disrespect lil whatna and get jumped like an ollie
shout out to my skateboarders this goin be straight slaughter
mob keep it dirty like lake water
b-tches in the club beggin’ us to pour the drink on em
light up the blunt take a puff and blow the stank on em
sharper than a prisoner in prison with a sk-nk on em
colder than some b-tches in a blizzard without a thing on em
lol, we laughing to the bank on ya
stab you for my blood b-tch i’m tryna get my rank on ya
mob even pac knew that
talk sh-t and get tossed off the flight school jet
plus promethazine and grease my chance to be deceased so move you stupid b-tch this is telekines’
i’m dressed in too cool but my goon wearing a piece
f-ck with the mob and we duck tappin’ ya niece
if you f-ck with the master i’m chopping off yo feet
split you like a goodie before i fill it with weed
can’t really see ya, i’m blind to you n-gg-s
and 12 rollin’ k!lla in a wine flavored swisher
n-gg-s wanna be us but you know you know you can’t b-tch
we bout to break records the year i’m on that same sh-t

[outro]
rock i b ya
yeah
straight street flame gang in this b-tch
yeah yeah
p black where you at
yeah

- flow rapper lyrics

Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS