Young F.L.Y. - Freestyle
Shave off the extrasBitch it's nothin special
Collect all my payments and I need it in schedule
Back to money gettin plotting how they gone stop me they watching
Me doin kick flips stuntin n shit
Lungs full of kush g shock on my wrist
I'm low pocket full of dough duckin the folks next to holster is the blue strips folded
I can't waste no Time wit you baby because it's golden
Had to get money put it first my heart is frozen
If you get it now I take half off because it's going
We don't play wit games wit it move it like a freight train n
Treat it like a hobby rap hustling rite ni probably
Keep the blick blick wit 30'until it click
Ya bitch gone blow my line until I pull UP n hit
I just a million so I could invest n flip
Wall St Journal my spare time I'm reading it
Trynna get a edge on pussy niggas
It's more than to life than rap what you scared niggas
For the crown I think I'm well prepared nigga
I only smoke the finest I only sell the finest wit the lowest number
That you probably finding hell no I ain't signin
Got bigger fish to fry it's time to do or die
My raps is like crack it's way more if you is buying
Joint lit wit the Grandaddy Papi
It's all there get back at me
You talk shit ni you scared "like damn they gone wack me "
I let em live my partna say Im being generous
Shut up nigga hit this weed let make another flip
Cabins in the winter so I'm steady stackin chips
It ain't obvious that I'm in the winners circle
Of course not to you y'all niggas lame just like Urkel
Spittin it kickin it how I'm livin it
Bob the builder tools problems we fixing em
Pull up all the way to the camper and come behind the gate
Can't complain bout full plates when my main goal was to ate
I mean eat so discreet but the piles in the attic
Along with 8 onions and the sticks n case of stacks. Hand guns for wackin
Written by:
Tyler Walker
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