Rawstar - Murda Flow Lyrics

We step in the party, i keep me a beam
Interior red, we boomin in here
I smoke out the pound, i smoke out the zip
Bitch, i'm smokin' on cookie, drink lean like it's milk
I got a me choppa, i bought a new clip
She tryna talk, i'm tryna hit
Hoe shut the f*ck up and suck on this dick
I just went shopping, i bought so much shit
Like an old man i walk with a stick, knock him right outta his shit
Thirty-five hundred i spent on a fit and 'bout 50k on my wrist
Ball like i'm kobe, you niggas so phony, when i pull up, lil' bitch, i don't miss
Who want the smoke, we cold with them glicks
If you want a shoot out, i'm coming right quick
Won't ever stop at the top 'til i'm drivin' a bentley, glock need a top for the titties
She think she givin' me top but she toppin' the glizzy
Sippin' on wock, ain't no henny
Runnin' from cops on the block, bitch
You not finna get me, slide with the mop 'til it's empty
Trippin' on bro 'cause they know they not finna feel me
On point, bitch, you not finna kill me
This niggas pussy, this niggas ain't fit for the pressure
I keep a bitch for the pressure
New pocket rocket, i got it to fit in the sweater
Hoes want to see how i'm livin'
Wanna get rich now them hoes on my dick
Tryna eat up and kiss on my children
Bro got a stick, it came with a dick but i told him cool out so he chillin'
I'm tired, he lucky, he mad she gon' f*ck me
I'm sorry, these bitches always tryna f*ck me
I'm in the phantom, my bitch got no panties
She can't feel her face, she did two or three xannies
Her bestie off x, she popped 'em like candies
I'm servin' them pelicans, i'm in the trap
I do it so elegant, k on my back, revenge on my letterman
Hit with some shots, i ain't feel, 'cause adrenalin
Codeine crazy your bitch worth a penny
I pop on some ectasy, feelin' like kennedy
Sippin' promethazine, born like the fenix
Machine gun no kelly, took her to the telly
I bust on her belly, my bro got no swisher
But still got a smelly, new glock gonna say it
On god it's free melly, i don't f*ck with feelings, your bitch she like really
Walk into the store, i got a forty in my jeans
I don't want your ho, i'm just gon' get her off a bean
Most these rappers broke this shit ain't really what it seems
Most these rappers scary they are scared of my team
Draco it hit watch it tear 'em apart
Hop out that coupe tell the valet to park
Ice on my teeth it ain't bitin' they bark
Hit in the light, yeah they hit in the dark
Draco it hit watch it tear 'em apart
Hop out that coupe tell the valet to park
Ice on my teeth it ain't bitin' they bark
Hit in the light, yeah they hit in the dark