Got good grades never a C sittin here watchin tv o shoot hear come the cops tuck the glock before we all get shot boom boom boom pow pow shshshs bro dont make a sound u loud asf u gone all get us killed up on this hill wtf o shoot they coming o my bro ran he refused to stand they always tryna kill a black man these streets is crazy goin crazy i didn’t wanna finish
Pull up to the store On the end of my block In my back pocket Is my dad's glock Cuz where I'm from Dudes can get shot Just make sure you dont get caught Run up inside Next to the dips But foeget those I'm here for the chips Dont want no Lays Or Doritos Came to pick up some flamin Hot Cheetos Got 2 bags cuz They had a sale I dont care Cant you tell? Go to the counter Toss the man a 5 Told him keep the change As I walk to my ride But the cash was fake Put my car in drive And that is how I told a lie I hope he learned My lies keep gettin bigger If he snitch I'm pullin the trigger Nice ride home I was pleased Til out of my trunk I hear a sneeze Pull my car over And take out my key Just to see Who it could be Im pissed off They ruined my night Just wanted my Cheetos And watch the UFC fight Open my trunk I cant see It's too late 1:03 I swear this dude Lost his mind It's so dark Feels like I'm blind Just wanna go home And finish this ride So I close my trunk And put the car Back in drive I was mad At the fool in the back Didn't wanna a DWB Drivin While Black Still swervin my car The Cadillac I hope I broke That dude back When I get home I'm hoppin out All I hear Is the fool shout But I didnt want To let him out But this man I had to put down Pop the trunk There's light at my place And I can clearly see his face I don't know him But that aint the case I'll just kill him And leave no trace Take out my glock Fire a round Take him to the back And laid him down on the ground I went inside To relax Whiskey too Feelin laid back The fight is over I'm bout to sleep Until I see red lights Its the police I aint scared Grabbed my AR As they searchin Near my car I come out Gun is hid They askin me What I just did I said what you mean I ain't sippin lean I'm just a kid Listenin to Cee Lo Green They confused As they stare at me In the bed is Where I wanna be They just sit And never move I swear to God I ain't in the mood Then they ask If I got some food I said So what if I do Cmon Lets go for a ride fool They toss me the keys With attitude I didnt fight Just had to agree Cuz these two cops Tried bribin me One of them Came close to me Whispered Really quietly "I hope you know That we can see Right through all this bribery" The last part Bothered me As I headed Towards a tree This punk Gave me a ticket see? Because I commited A doggone DWB And that's my story I hit that tree Killed both cops And I was set free
Yo i misses you lol Energy is tidal empathy is none for any known rivals, let me know whos your idol, empty a lyrical clip with game on a high note, big bags bragging cause i know, thick swag contained in a side tote, brick stacks light up a room black with crack bags at my trap to pay for my survival, in fact, big fa*s, smoked quick like truck stacks, big bucks big mass, sick flow, trick hoes, ripstick rip that, half a$$ copy kats, sloppy choppy mockery thats all trash, thats what your know as, im grown now, cash cow, milking the game to fast, its dry now, bad drought, worse way to say i respect you is with my fingers up tounge out, no f**ks bout clout, growth shows ive won now scale says a ton now, scales of a dragon fire breathing till ive burned out, youve learned now, no doubt no douse, windows blown out yo house, roofs off too soft pillow talk legs jello as result when stalling and halting as i just assault adding in wounds salt, cartoon i assume cart him to his room, physically he gon need therapy to, piss poor morally but they love this dude, exspose the room of average goons i gut with spoons sharpened for you
Yo, I'm about to rerecord my track for ur beat 'rich' with the flop as the thumbnail. Yo we gotta get it to blow up, I've been workin on it for like 2 months now just perfectin that shit 🔥🔥
You know what the fuck going on NLE muhfuckin' Choppa The Top Shotta, you hear me? I stand on top of shit We doin' this shit (Go, get him, go) Ay I whip the pat like a container, I just copped me a Beamer (A Beam) Used to ridin' steamers (Steam), I'm hot as jalapeños Bitch, I'm sellin' out arenas (I'm sellin' out), they say he entertain us (Entertain) Then if you try to tame us, I bet we leave you stained up (Ayy) Whole lotta sticks in the house, it's a gun show (Brr, brr) Bullets get him wet like a motherfuckin' poncho (Brr, brr) I don't think none of y'all niggas want gun smoke Don't second guess this shit, I'm gon' blow (Pussy) Whole lotta shots when they come out the Drac' Chop a nigga up, then put him in the lake (Brrt) Shots, see a nigga, they call him a snake Ayy, fuck all that, Trick, shoot 'em in the face Send the hit and the fire, he was dead by six (By six) Got shot seven times but the eighth shot missed Nine shots in the clip, coulda swore that it was ten (Yeah, yeah) Didn't fuck with 12, I was eleven again (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) I need me a trophy, the best to send You niggas ain't straight, y'all lesbians And fuck your dead homie, I say it again If he come back to life, he dead again Try to find me, he gon' fight for his life (Bitch) Swing with what?, I'ma swim' with the pipe (He's not cherishin' ya) I take his life, straight jacket music, I belong in asylum Felonies and felonies, they're what they keep on sellin' me (Yeah, yeah) This recipe is deadly, see I be drippin' like relish me (Yeah, yeah) Ayy, ayy, shoot him in the head, shoulda had on the hard hat We finish the beef as soon as you start that (Ayy) Bitch, I shoot first, why the fuck would I spark back? If you really a thug, let me see where your heart at (Ayy) If I say catch a body, lil' nigga, you catchin' it? If I tell you run out, is you really finessin' it? (Ayy) If I give you a brick are you gon' sell that shit? (Ayy) If you get in a jam, are you gon' start tellin' shit? Where is the smoke, 'cause bitch, I'm inhalin' it Just like the army, we got some artillery Can I free my dawgs, I'm being sincerely? Another opp died, the nigga, like seriously? Damn, another one? Nigga, we shot him, and then we killed his brother Damn, we 'bout to go get the money You say he don't like doing drills, I love 'em If my brother don't like them, I don't Somebody tell him he in trouble I paid too much for my mothafuckin' guns for me to scuffle Gotcha young nigga, I feel like Gucci Fuck so hard, left blood all on the coochie Money said, "Ooh," put my thumb in the booty I be damned, this dumbass ho just pooped it Who ain't with the murder, lil' nigga, I killed him That night he died, that was my idea Hope my niggas slide, make sure he won't live But this a lil' secret, they keep it concealed My metal a MAC and I bet I attack It's a hunnid somethin' shots in this Gat' so get back He thought I was lyin', that shit was a fact Got shot in his spine but you watchin' his back (You say he don't like doing drills, I love 'em) Fuck you tal'm 'bout, haha (Straight-straight jacket music, I belong in asylum) Fuck they gon' do, fuck they thinkin', ayy (You say he don't like doing drills, I love 'em) You know what I'm sayin'? (Straight-straight jacket music, I belong in asylum) Uh, uh, lil' Top Shoota, uh, uh, lil' Top Shotta, bitch Fuck you talkin' about
I whip the pack like Ike and Tina, I just copped me a Beamer (a Beamer) Used to ridin' steamers (steam), I'm hot as jalapeños Bitch, I'm sellin' out arenas (I'm sellin' out), they say he entertain us (entertain) Then if you try to tame us, I bet we leave you stained up (ayy) Jk😂
I got a clan no supercell Finna buss down a doublebell My nigga in the back gone step aye Look at the hand that I was dealt I’m hot like a Cheeto You play with my gang then I shoot like a free throw I got the chedda no cheese I got some niggas who step for free Aim in the scope don’t breathe aye Bitch I’m kool like febreeze ayee I been a boss since I was a baby my nigga ion be capping I’m making my moves shooting my shots but i keep missing the basket I got 100% percent no alcohol but my nigga it’s proof If I told u I’m bout that action then u better believe me I done earn to many stripes in the streets but Ian no referree I know my mama getting real sick but I keep in praying I’m the Titian of the ship but Ian talking titanic If you really want some pressure better find a bandit Kause nobody got a mil everybody scheming I won’t stop til I get that black kard in my wallet
Beat elite mcs with a dominant force Slash your body or corpse As you’re being Bombarded with hordes Carnivore sorts Burn you to ashes leave the chards on the floor Smash through a target or fort With armor and swords My arms are just sore From carrying the game often and more Your whole ego softened and tore You’re in the closet with cords Drilled shot to the door Hit you with the bottle and cork Stab you with a shard that is short Rip out your chest leave your heart on the porch Put you in a shopping cart at the store Throw you in the section margin of pork Selling you That’s not the price I’m bargaining for Kill hundreds with an army of four Stabbed in the stomach a pain sharp in the core
Flows - Austinz x GootiMan feat. (...) Austinz (Hook): Yeah, that’s that NLE flow, Imma keep rhyming and freestyle, see where this shit goes, Tryna shut us down but you know we got the choppa, Gooti got the flow oh yeah he got shotta, Austinz (Verse 1): Throwing that money you all about cash? Nose just be runny I wipe it with trash, Reminding you’re shit, still writing that crap, Think you’d write hits, just throw in the stash, Wanna throw hits, get caught by a jab, Bruh you got tits, got’ get of ur ass, Give you some tips, go straight back to class, Stop writing yo shit, and take the right path. Chucking the lob or the pass, I’m quicker so catch me you can’t, Gotta keep up with the trend, This shit never end, You gotta keep up with the trend, Oh boy you a trendsetter (huh), If you want her, go get her (huh), imma run this shit, give and go, Hit you up wit dat pick and roll, Young LaFlame he gon make me pro, Just like Drizzy when he’s stealing flows, GootiMan (Verse 1): Ay, ay ay ayy, Its the gooti, look at this rap beauty, Im not tryna diss this im tryna do my duty, Playin some ball, played since I crawled, Bounced it off the wall, ay ay, Look around me, do this till im 30, Flows go in 40 degrees good beat ay i agree ay Flow go so mild, children go wild, grandchild, schoolchild, stepchild time get exiled Style, pile, file ay look at this child, Aoe, foe, soe, riding down this road in bootleg boat, its about explode with the goat, Aoe, foe,moe,soe, that a combo, win the lotto, take the photo, Implicit, solicit,, limit, let keep it non explicit Horiffic visit be specific coz its is realistic ,time to revisit, ay ay ayy, Austinz (Hook): Yeah, that’s that NLE flow, Imma keep rhyming and freestyle, see where this shit goes, Tryna shut us down but you know we got the choppa, Gooti got the flow oh yeah he got shotta, Ending be coming closer, time to blow over that bulldozer, time to take over, turn over Cargo,ammo, tryna make u the combo. ay woah woah woah, tryna reopen the show, trynaa make it go with shotta with the shotta flow, Dough,foe, go,no,aoe,soe,bro, no no Although all you need to know that this is the flow, x3 thats all u need to know **Make sure it lines up with the beat**
