King Flee - This Is It Lyrics

Yeah, we here to let y'all niggas know, man
That we ain't f*cking around, you heard
Yeah, uh
It's Flee
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Ha
Morgan Fleeman, nigga
Yeah, let's go, let's go, let's go
Uh, Flee
Talk to 'em
Yeah, man
Catch me bouncing through the club, nigga, with that fifth tucked
Don't make no sudden movements, dog, and get me pissed off
I got this ratchet, lift that shit up
I need them Giannis pockets, man, I'm talking about them big bucks
Yeah, we trying to get a bag
You disrespect the team, man, your ass gon' get dragged
That's a fact
You can catch him on the ave, just bumping max Screaming free the wave, but they don't know shit about that
These niggas all cap, moving on that fraud shit
Always facing losses, their flow is in the toilet
But, man, this some New York shit
Pretty nigga gorgeous
See my bitch with me and she goddamn flawless
Ass is enormous, I'm in between them cheeks
Got her hooked like a chorus, when we in between the sheets
Throw me on any beat, that shit is straight slaughter
Turn it to a horror, like, that's all you got to offer
And this is it, what
How you older than that nigga, but you still gon' call him big bruh
Niggas got the game twist up
Yeah, you already know I'm in the club with my fifth tucked
Yeah, I can't give this shit up
Niggas outside trying to get a bag and get my dick sucked
So save your comments with that slick stuff
If you still breathing, nigga, go head put your drink up
Said this is it, what
Yeah, this is it, what
Flee