[Lyric] Flowin (Johnny 215)

'Member them days, 'member them days I ain't have it
Niggas keep on talkin shit but they don't want no static
My niggas, they turn that fuckin semi-automatic
To a fuckin fully

Hit em in his head (uh)
Make em bleed some red (yea)
Let em die right here
He gon be a red head

Bouta cop a droid, cause my iPhone too fed
Yea, this shit right from the top
I'm recording in my bed
Yea, recording in my bed

She like the way I'm flowin, I'm goin
Brodie keep pourin that wocky, that potion
He said, "Everything is just moving in slow motion"
I'm just takin my timе, just going with the motion

I like to rap, this shit is too fun
Everyday, I'm toting my gun
Most of thеse niggas, you know they my sons
Can not catch up, cause I already won
Most of these niggas out here, they be bums
Been a genius, lil boy, you too dumb
Stackin racks every single month
Gotta get it like I don't got nothin

Gotta work hard, fuck the fun
Most of y'all won't understand, cause most of y'all niggas retarted
And you know I've always been top of the class, you know I've always been the smartest
And my brodie be smokin the gas, it stink, smell like he farted

Niggas really think they better than me, excuse me, I beg your pardon
And these niggas fake as fuck, they'll cross you just like Harden
Just remember I just started
Bitch I'm goin harder (harder)

Harder (harder, harder)
Harder (harder, harder)
Harder (yea, yea)
Harder (yea, yea)
Harder (uh, yea, yea)
Harder (uh, uh, uh, uh)

I swear to god, niggas be sleep
Most of thease niggas be sleep
Niggas be hatin, I peeped
Niggas be hatin, I peeped
I get them racks every week
I'll fuck your bitch, she a freak
That bitch, she gettin too geeked
When I get rich, cop a mink

Bet you don't know how I think
Fuckin ya hoe, pussy pink
Brodie diamonds on skate like a rink
And I'm gettin them racks everyday

Most of these niggas, you know they gon hate
But you know all them niggas gon pay
And I get racks, you can not relate
Too much drip on me, can not relate

Cover my face like I'm rockin bape
You cuffed that hoe, that was a mistake
Took a trip to the bank just to laugh at the bank
Run up on me, you know Imma let that shit bang

I got a red beam, I got red beam
I don't need a beam cause my aim on the bean
He ran up on me, tape on the scene
Hit em right in the head, he fell to his knees