EzFlynn - FLYFLOW Lyrics

Hop outta jet and I'm straight to the crib
Where I went to cop a drip
How that 30 on my hip
Can't be playing with that sticky
That boy snitch he ain't a Mickey (he a rat)
Girl you know, I'm lil picky but you ain't worry
Cause you pretty and you bad
All these niggas mad (yeah)
You know that, fore I bought it ain't even check the tag
Got a check got a tag
And that shawty lil baddie
Every time she call me daddy
Bring her out fore you pay me
Can't be playin' you can catch a stain
Catch a body bust my brains it's a hobby I like rage
You wan copy here's the stage
She thought that she broke my heart hol up,
Let me turn that page
On the set ain't no cage that gon hold me (not afraid)
Mosh pit full of homies and they all going brazy
I pull up like a savage, smokin swishers ballin lazy
You can't do no talking for you know we getting paid
Whole pack to the face you can't keep up no debate

I've been in the trench with the grind on my mind
Getting paper 4 ways but you know I like to rhyme
Gotta rep that coupe with the stars cause she a dime
Told ya you was mine thought I was playing I was lying
We gon pull up to your block know you clocked it's on lock
In the spot where it's hot with the G's
Came to rock, can't be stopped
That's on god
We came to shine, if you ain't really with it so you know you gotta hide

Underdogs we don't bark but we do bite (hold up)
Play my cards hit my stride, It was dark now too bright
Shit get hard it get right, flyasahawk I'm on flight
Ain't no stack that too light money fly like a kite
We the boys outta trap
Take a fight for what's right
Gotta climb on the rise to new heights
Paid the price
For this life ima grind no denying
Saw her crying you was mine
For this time henny got me feeling fine

Hop outta jet and I'm straight to the crib
Where I went to cop a drip
How that 30 on my hip
Can't be playing with that sticky
That boy snitch he ain't a Mickey (he a rat)
Girl you know, I'm lil picky but you ain't worry
Cause you pretty and you bad
All these niggas mad (yeah)
You know that, fore I bought it ain't even check the tag
Got a check got a tag
And that shawty lil baddie
Every time she call me daddy
Bring her out fore you pay me
Can't be playin' you can catch a stain
Catch a body bust my brains it's a hobby I like rage
You wan copy here's the stage
She thought that she broke my heart hol up,
Let me turn that page
On the set ain't no cage that gon hold me (not afraid)
Mosh pit full of homies and they all going brazy
I pull up like a savage, smokin swishers ballin lazy
You can't do no talking for you know we getting paid
Whole pack to the face you can't keep up no debate

I've been in the trench with the grind on my mind
Getting paper 4 ways but you know I like to rhyme
Gotta rep that coupe with the stars cause she a dime
Told ya you was mine thought I was playing I was lying
We gon pull up to your block know you clocked it's on lock
In the spot where it's hot with the G's
Came to rock, can't be stopped
That's on god
We came to shine, if you ain't really with it so you know you gotta hide

Flyflow bout that glow!