Jamarieon - CYBER FLOW Lyrics

Ay man, I basically just showed y'all
All the different types of flows and styles and beats and shit
That I can use and niggas really not f*cking with me bro
Like I'm really- (Cyber Flow)
Okay, yeah
Took a pill and I died in this bitch when I dived in this bitch like
I popped another pill because I love the thrill of the drill, shot him like
But since I'm stealing the flow
I can talk on some shit and just say that it's fake (I can)
Drac' clean him up like a rake, no mistake
Ran him down, he got shot in his (Face)

When I come through, don't make no mistakes (Nah)
I can pearl me a doobie with shake (I can)
I can walk in yo mom crib
And make all her children bleed out while she's giving me face
I'm a nice guy, buy I can be mean
So it's best if I love you or you won't be safe
I'ma freestyle inside of the booth
Until I think of something else that rhymes with "safe"
Thought I told you I don't make mistakes
That line wasn't an accident, I think it's happening
That flashy rap again
No, you can't touch my cup
I'm finna drop again, I mean pour again
Yeah it's back on repeat, I got right with the team
Tried to do it y'all way, it swept me off my feet
Yellow bone on my left and Nike on the fleece
Even if you could rap you can't keep up with me (F*ck no)
I'm too hard on the beat
I'm too hard on the low
Got the patter, the skills, and the rhyme and the flow
Think you f*cking with me? Nigga you gotta go (You gotta go)
Only person that's f*cking with me is yo bitch
When she bend over then touch her toes (From the back)
Had to hit in the whip, dropped her off at the crib
When I left, I blocked her and went ghost (I really did that)
Know she loving the locs
But I combed them out and now a nigga rocking the 'fro (She like it)
I'ma beat it like Jackson but no, I'm not talking 'bout Michael
I'm talking 'bout Bo (I am)
Niggas silly, be claiming they moving packs and they ain't never ever hit the road
Niggas capping 'bout money and cars
Why you flexing? Everybody know you hoe
Bitch

Took a pill and I died in this bitch when I dived in this bitch like
I popped another pill because I love the thrill of the drill, shot him like
But since I'm stealing the flow
I can talk on some shit and just say that it's fake
Drac' clean him up like a rake, no mistake
Ran him down, he got shot in his

Coming from the start, I ain't even about to wait on the beat (Nope)
You bet' no cut me off, I ain't finished so let me speak
I get to dripping like the rain or a ceiling that got a leak
I take both hands and get to spreading apart like I'm tryna peak
Lean back, Fat Joe
Shorty tell me, can you dig it?
Make the money spin around like a Beyblade you gotta rip it (You gotta rip it)
If you feeling froggy lil' nigga you better ribbit (You better ribbit)
Cause I ain't got time for women, I mean these bitches
Ex left dry, she ain't really see the vision
Or maybe her bestie was getting all up in our business
I swear if I see her, I'm smacking that bitch with a chicken (I swear)
Wouldn't even post the hoe picture if she went missing
Hold on man, I gotta stop
The booth finna burn down