Y
N
B
(F*ck is niggas talking bout)
(Bitch)
They be like Trey, go back on your old flow, Im like bet
Headshots only nigga, ain't reason for no vest
Every lost a nigga took, bitch I took it to the neck
We 30 deep up in this bitch, so you better come correct
Who the f*ck theses is ion know niggas
Choppa Blazing hit you in yo shit, we got fold niggas
Every where we go we keep a stick, we got poles with us
Broodie wanna fight over the bitch, keep the hoe nigga
Yea, I spend a band on the Glock f*ck you mean fight
I'm like f*ck it, so we boost the murder rate we sent him like a kite
I keep that Glocky in pants, I'm strapped up like a dyke
Dlow in the cut, if he spot you that's a scary site
Bitch thought I was packing, til she found out that it was my gun
I heard he wanna squabble, imma shooter, I still gave em' the ones
Been lurking on the nigga page, drop the low and its done
Like im disabled cause when its smoke, I aint gone never run
Kitty to good, I think im going Brazy
Long stroke, im like f*ck it you gone have my baby
Yea, I be high when I be f*cking I be lazy
Short stocky nigga, yea bitch the streets made me
(Aye)
Why this bitch keep talking bout she wanna tummy tuck
Put it in her mouth then accidentally put it in her butt
I aint Diddy nigga, I aint got to put shit in your cup
Where the lean nigga, ice & double cup we pouring up
And if we talking bout them function we be going up
He wanna hand with gang, but he a square
So he aint make the cut
Broodie took a perky, now he tweaking go him throwing up
Bitch im from the O, 300 hunnid shit imma throw it up
I heard them niggas said its beef but they aint let me know
Oblock nigga, we them niggas that be trained to go
When its time to slide, ask the homies im the first to blow
They pop it on the net and never spin cause im inhaling smoke
(Tuh)
Why they dissing that shit getting old
Im chasing to this chili I aint stopping til' I get some more
Like a wood ion want the bitch, so pass her to my bro
Twin said he cracked a white bitch then kicked out the door
The bitch keep asking me for money, im changing the topic
Twist Push & Pull with this bitch
Like im playing with BopIt's
She like aint you "YNB''
You that nigga that's popping
Said she want to f*ck but it aint free
So what's up in that wallet?
What's up in that wallet?
Bitch come put it in my hand
Bitch im tryna f*ck
I got the gang so go and bring your friends
She gone show it back, but she a hoe
She do it for them bands
And imma f*ck it up in the club, and I cant even dance
One step
Two step
Three step
Five
He was popping on the net, caught him in person he surprised
You that nigga that was talking?
(It wasn't me)
Theses niggas lying
(Ay)
Bitch I been up on my bully since a young nigga
I aint shooting out no whip
If I chase you then you done nigga
Yea we something like the army, we discipline and we stomp niggas
Posting cash apps on your story
You a bum nigga
You niggas is my kids I'm your daddy
You my son nigga
(You my song nigga)
YNB TREY - Old Flow Freestyle Lyrics
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Y
N
B
(F*ck is niggas talking bout)
(Bitch)
They be like Trey, go back on your old flow, Im like bet
Headshots only nigga, ain't reason for no vest
Every lost a nigga took, bitch I took it to the neck
We 30 deep up in this bitch, so you better come correct
Who the f*ck theses is ion know niggas
Choppa Blazing hit you in yo shit, we got fold niggas
Every where we go we keep a stick, we got poles with us
Broodie wanna fight over the bitch, keep the hoe nigga
Yea, I spend a band on the Glock f*ck you mean fight
I'm like f*ck it, so we boost the murder rate we sent him like a kite
I keep that Glocky in pants, I'm strapped up like a dyke
Dlow in the cut, if he spot you that's a scary site
Bitch thought I was packing, til she found out that it was my gun
I heard he wanna squabble, imma shooter, I still gave em' the ones
Been lurking on the nigga page, drop the low and its done
Like im disabled cause when its smoke, I aint gone never run
Kitty to good, I think im going Brazy
Long stroke, im like f*ck it you gone have my baby
Yea, I be high when I be f*cking I be lazy
Short stocky nigga, yea bitch the streets made me
(Aye)
Why this bitch keep talking bout she wanna tummy tuck
Put it in her mouth then accidentally put it in her butt
I aint Diddy nigga, I aint got to put shit in your cup
Where the lean nigga, ice & double cup we pouring up
And if we talking bout them function we be going up
He wanna hand with gang, but he a square
So he aint make the cut
Broodie took a perky, now he tweaking go him throwing up
Bitch im from the O, 300 hunnid shit imma throw it up
I heard them niggas said its beef but they aint let me know
Oblock nigga, we them niggas that be trained to go
When its time to slide, ask the homies im the first to blow
They pop it on the net and never spin cause im inhaling smoke
(Tuh)
Why they dissing that shit getting old
Im chasing to this chili I aint stopping til' I get some more
Like a wood ion want the bitch, so pass her to my bro
Twin said he cracked a white bitch then kicked out the door
The bitch keep asking me for money, im changing the topic
Twist Push & Pull with this bitch
Like im playing with BopIt's
She like aint you "YNB''
You that nigga that's popping
Said she want to f*ck but it aint free
So what's up in that wallet?
What's up in that wallet?
Bitch come put it in my hand
Bitch im tryna f*ck
I got the gang so go and bring your friends
She gone show it back, but she a hoe
She do it for them bands
And imma f*ck it up in the club, and I cant even dance
One step
Two step
Three step
Five
He was popping on the net, caught him in person he surprised
You that nigga that was talking?
(It wasn't me)
Theses niggas lying
(Ay)
Bitch I been up on my bully since a young nigga
I aint shooting out no whip
If I chase you then you done nigga
Yea we something like the army, we discipline and we stomp niggas
Posting cash apps on your story
You a bum nigga
You niggas is my kids I'm your daddy
You my son nigga
(You my song nigga)
N
B
(F*ck is niggas talking bout)
(Bitch)
They be like Trey, go back on your old flow, Im like bet
Headshots only nigga, ain't reason for no vest
Every lost a nigga took, bitch I took it to the neck
We 30 deep up in this bitch, so you better come correct
Who the f*ck theses is ion know niggas
Choppa Blazing hit you in yo shit, we got fold niggas
Every where we go we keep a stick, we got poles with us
Broodie wanna fight over the bitch, keep the hoe nigga
Yea, I spend a band on the Glock f*ck you mean fight
I'm like f*ck it, so we boost the murder rate we sent him like a kite
I keep that Glocky in pants, I'm strapped up like a dyke
Dlow in the cut, if he spot you that's a scary site
Bitch thought I was packing, til she found out that it was my gun
I heard he wanna squabble, imma shooter, I still gave em' the ones
Been lurking on the nigga page, drop the low and its done
Like im disabled cause when its smoke, I aint gone never run
Kitty to good, I think im going Brazy
Long stroke, im like f*ck it you gone have my baby
Yea, I be high when I be f*cking I be lazy
Short stocky nigga, yea bitch the streets made me
(Aye)
Why this bitch keep talking bout she wanna tummy tuck
Put it in her mouth then accidentally put it in her butt
I aint Diddy nigga, I aint got to put shit in your cup
Where the lean nigga, ice & double cup we pouring up
And if we talking bout them function we be going up
He wanna hand with gang, but he a square
So he aint make the cut
Broodie took a perky, now he tweaking go him throwing up
Bitch im from the O, 300 hunnid shit imma throw it up
I heard them niggas said its beef but they aint let me know
Oblock nigga, we them niggas that be trained to go
When its time to slide, ask the homies im the first to blow
They pop it on the net and never spin cause im inhaling smoke
(Tuh)
Why they dissing that shit getting old
Im chasing to this chili I aint stopping til' I get some more
Like a wood ion want the bitch, so pass her to my bro
Twin said he cracked a white bitch then kicked out the door
The bitch keep asking me for money, im changing the topic
Twist Push & Pull with this bitch
Like im playing with BopIt's
She like aint you "YNB''
You that nigga that's popping
Said she want to f*ck but it aint free
So what's up in that wallet?
What's up in that wallet?
Bitch come put it in my hand
Bitch im tryna f*ck
I got the gang so go and bring your friends
She gone show it back, but she a hoe
She do it for them bands
And imma f*ck it up in the club, and I cant even dance
One step
Two step
Three step
Five
He was popping on the net, caught him in person he surprised
You that nigga that was talking?
(It wasn't me)
Theses niggas lying
(Ay)
Bitch I been up on my bully since a young nigga
I aint shooting out no whip
If I chase you then you done nigga
Yea we something like the army, we discipline and we stomp niggas
Posting cash apps on your story
You a bum nigga
You niggas is my kids I'm your daddy
You my son nigga
(You my song nigga)
Writer: Trevon Alexander
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid