AGGRESSIVE FLOW

('Sace whipped this shit up)

(Trey did this)

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 nigga snatch my chain, he dyin' doin' the runnin' man

When we hop out the car, everybody got a gun in hand

I'm finna audit you lil' nigga, 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, bruh, 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 C's, 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, nigga

Matter of fact, this bitch one point three

If he ain't got a pool at the crib, that ain't me

If he ain't had a M, nigga, then that ain't Ree

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

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

I coulda 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

This 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 in 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

M I N E entertainment, richest niggas out of Flint, I can't lie

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

I could do a U-turn, jump off and drop eighty-five

Coulda hit you with the whole hundred

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 Fear of God, I don't wear Essentials

That nigga beat a fed case with a paralegal

He had a hundred 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'd 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

I— 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 when I'm— uh, alright

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

You better not close your eyes

You know if you panic, then you gonna die

This a chrome .45

30s 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, but I want your life

You try to gaffle, 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 YN on bullshit, he just sniffed a bar

He bent the quarter in the Hellcat and 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 nigga, if you go to jail, I am not gon' write you

But I 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 niggas' 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 M-I-N-E gaffle boy entertainment, nigga, hold your—

Nigga, hold your— uh, uh, nigga, hold your shit up

Nigga, 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 and you ain't pick him up

I'm somewhere with a bad bitch, eatin' 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 nigga fell asleep off bars, 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? Nigga, 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 nigga get cut in half when choppers chop

When choppers chop, when a chopper chop

When a chopper chop, it's a chopper 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 nigga, 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 Activis, 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 nigga would throw a— 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 nigga showed Will somethin', all he said it 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 nigga Woody

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

Slidin' out of Maybeezy, nigga 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