KingTricksta - Shitty Flow 2 Lyrics

I'ma show you how to make a hundred mil, I'm finna run it up
Boy, I'm sippin' wok, I poured a four up in my Henny cup
Pop another perc, I go berserk, I'm finna focus up
Niggas gettin' mad about they work when you ain't showin' up
I ain't finna yell, finna get this money, tell lil bro to open up the scale
Stackin' up this paper, call me hay the way I'm posting bail
Finna get my chips, man, you know my shit ain't never stale
Lightin' up the blunt, got people yellin' like, damn, who screamed
Can't no bitch walk in my house if her feet ain't clean
Ion talk broke, so when I hear it, I'm like, what that mean
Talkin' bout she want some jewelry, I gave that bitch a onion ring
Ooh, damn, I'm doin' money things
I can take yo bitch from you, turn her into one of my flings
Hit her up like, hey, big head, and f*ck her in yo home
Catch that nigga lackin' outside, and put two in his dome
Slow motion's better than no motion, I'ma still get rich
If that nigga actin' outta line, I just might smack his bitch
Niggas love talkin' out they neck when it's anonymous
Steady tryna hate, just say that you ain't really fond of us
Bitch, you better stand on that
I pray that you don't try to beef with me, cause I'ma handle that
If we got a problem, the Glock came with extended mags
How you like the look from the lobby, cause I'ma send you back
Broke-ass nigga, I don't know what you mad about
I'm laughing to the bank, cause I know that I'm cashin' out
Call the bag nintendo, if it's empty, I'm switchin' it out
How you been broke your whole life, you must live in a drought
Mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm, like what you talkin' bout
You better watch your mouth before you speak, boy, don't get stomped out
Bullets gon' expel him from life, that nigga dropped out
How you got a gang, but you hangin' at your opp's house
Damn, we finna set him up
Paid a bad bitch four racks, said, don't get knocked up
Told her leave the back door cracked, and walk up out the front
Finna up the pole and blick him, that nigga bit the dust
Shit, we finna get his bro
Hop up in the whip and call brodie, told him to drop the lo
Hollow tips, rocked that lil' nigga, and now we rollin' stones
We don't even gotta spin back, you know he dead and gone
Dressed in all black, finna show up to the funeral
Huggin' on his mama, sayin', sorry for what you goin' through
She don't even know that we the ones that went and murdered you
Police askin' questions, I don't know him, we ain't heard of you
Sippin' on a Sprite, man, you know that shit is dirty too
We done upped the score from 30 and now it's 32
F*ckin' on his shorty, I broke her heart and did her dirty too
Puttin' dick up all in her stomach, she's like, it's hurtin', boo