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SakkedUp - SakkedUp Flow Lyrics



SakkedUp - SakkedUp Flow Lyrics
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It ain't making sense if I ain't getting paid
You f*ck with the gang put your ass in a grave
You talking that shit but you watching my page
We kicked this shit off but you gone ride the wave
Za in the wood and my wrist shining bright
Call up the gang and we punching a flight
We got all these blicks while you upping a knife
If I'm taking your bitch then it's just for the night
Niggas be hating and reaching for clout
Don't f*ck with the gang we gone zero you out
I done ran up 10 bands while you running your mouth
I'm having my way but yo ass in a drought
Bitches be cappin tryna get in this bag
Got me stompin a Porsche but you rented a Jag
10 shots ain't enough I extended the mag
Tryna f*ck off a sack I ain't checking the tag
Pick up some wock then we gone in a Str8
Running from 12 had to hop me a gate
I ain't serving no P unless you copping some weight
Off-White jacket concealing a drak
I get so high I could trap on the moon
Diors on my feet they don't come out till June
She sucking dick like she licking a spoon
If you stay on that block then yo pack finna boom
Four thousand dollars just came through the Chime
Yo brother a snitch he be dropping a dime
You was finna get rich but you ran out of time
Then I dripped in V-Lone you can't f*ck wit the slime
Just met the lil hoe but I hit her this week
Pop a lil addy that shit made me tweak
You say you the goat but you was reaching yo peak
She be chasing a dream like we f*ckin with Meek
I am what I am and that ain't finna change
If she throwing that ass then I'm making it rain
And you goofy as hell if you reach for my chain
Have me bussin that 40 like I'm at the range
Cut that bitch off cause she thought she was slick
You fresh in the game but I know all the tricks
When you went and switched up swear that shit made me sick
Had to f*ck on her friend so she know that I'm lit
Burnt in a Masi when I'm in LA
Niggas be softer then water and clay
If it's finna go up I'm the first one to spray
Then I link up with Mani we plugged in the Bay
You can talk in my ear but yo word don't mean shit
Took a few Ls but we never gone quit
10 toes down since I was a jit
Can't give out the sauce cause they bite like a pit
F*ck phony kickin I'll be by myself
Can't smoke on no dope unless it's top of the shelf
You working for coochie we working for wealth
And hating on niggas is bad for your health
If she suckin me good I might buy her Celiné
Pull on her hair I get deep and she scream
Link up with Slime and we plotting a scheme
And this P50 came with a infrared beam
Too many snakes I ain't trusting a soul
Throw some za in a wood let that muf*cka roll
Can't come out the slot without bringing a pole
Before I go broke I'll be whipping a bowl
PC with a 30 gone blow out ya brain
Collect every watch if it's bussdown or plain
Don't come on the block tryna hit you a stain
Made his ass have a seizure like he was Lil Wayne
Plugged up on the scripts this shit came from the doctor
She asked for a roll but I spent that in Prada
Play that Big when we f*ck now she call me big poppa
Hit yo ass in the chest with a NLE Choppa
You can be in yo bag but that don't make you real
Can't pick up that wock if you broke off the seal
Now you scared for yo life got you clutching yo steel
All the rats start to die once them mfs squeal
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It ain't making sense if I ain't getting paid
You f*ck with the gang put your ass in a grave
You talking that shit but you watching my page
We kicked this shit off but you gone ride the wave
Za in the wood and my wrist shining bright
Call up the gang and we punching a flight
We got all these blicks while you upping a knife
If I'm taking your bitch then it's just for the night
Niggas be hating and reaching for clout
Don't f*ck with the gang we gone zero you out
I done ran up 10 bands while you running your mouth
I'm having my way but yo ass in a drought
Bitches be cappin tryna get in this bag
Got me stompin a Porsche but you rented a Jag
10 shots ain't enough I extended the mag
Tryna f*ck off a sack I ain't checking the tag
Pick up some wock then we gone in a Str8
Running from 12 had to hop me a gate
I ain't serving no P unless you copping some weight
Off-White jacket concealing a drak
I get so high I could trap on the moon
Diors on my feet they don't come out till June
She sucking dick like she licking a spoon
If you stay on that block then yo pack finna boom
Four thousand dollars just came through the Chime
Yo brother a snitch he be dropping a dime
You was finna get rich but you ran out of time
Then I dripped in V-Lone you can't f*ck wit the slime
Just met the lil hoe but I hit her this week
Pop a lil addy that shit made me tweak
You say you the goat but you was reaching yo peak
She be chasing a dream like we f*ckin with Meek
I am what I am and that ain't finna change
If she throwing that ass then I'm making it rain
And you goofy as hell if you reach for my chain
Have me bussin that 40 like I'm at the range
Cut that bitch off cause she thought she was slick
You fresh in the game but I know all the tricks
When you went and switched up swear that shit made me sick
Had to f*ck on her friend so she know that I'm lit
Burnt in a Masi when I'm in LA
Niggas be softer then water and clay
If it's finna go up I'm the first one to spray
Then I link up with Mani we plugged in the Bay
You can talk in my ear but yo word don't mean shit
Took a few Ls but we never gone quit
10 toes down since I was a jit
Can't give out the sauce cause they bite like a pit
F*ck phony kickin I'll be by myself
Can't smoke on no dope unless it's top of the shelf
You working for coochie we working for wealth
And hating on niggas is bad for your health
If she suckin me good I might buy her Celiné
Pull on her hair I get deep and she scream
Link up with Slime and we plotting a scheme
And this P50 came with a infrared beam
Too many snakes I ain't trusting a soul
Throw some za in a wood let that muf*cka roll
Can't come out the slot without bringing a pole
Before I go broke I'll be whipping a bowl
PC with a 30 gone blow out ya brain
Collect every watch if it's bussdown or plain
Don't come on the block tryna hit you a stain
Made his ass have a seizure like he was Lil Wayne
Plugged up on the scripts this shit came from the doctor
She asked for a roll but I spent that in Prada
Play that Big when we f*ck now she call me big poppa
Hit yo ass in the chest with a NLE Choppa
You can be in yo bag but that don't make you real
Can't pick up that wock if you broke off the seal
Now you scared for yo life got you clutching yo steel
All the rats start to die once them mfs squeal
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Writer: Matt Durham
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Language: English
Length: 3:16
Written by: Matt Durham
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