Western Flows ft. B Franco, Dapper Daps, Donatxllo & Marlon King Lyrics

Get to know, get to know

Get to know, get to know

Whippin' out

She in the kitchen now

I come with different style

I'm floating on a cloud

We rolling up that loud

She like the way I sound

She wanna run around

Leave roses on the ground, yeah

A horseback is where she riding

I'm in the west, but I'm always smiling

Take three steps then pull out the shining

Drop man down, done stuff then I'm vibing

You see my name holds weight like Tyson

Swing fist head butt the ting like a bison

Yeah, like a bison, yeah, like a bison

Come with the western

You know me man I come hand ting

It's that verbal assassin, known by the mandem

Chop and changing my flow to the standards

Imma star call me sherif like Woody

Bullseye right on the beat how could he (how could he)

Got that eye that eye of tiger

See my stripes don't change like a tiger

Rack City right in this bitch no Tyga

Don't come to the war imma fighter

Got a right hand better than wilder

Champion rounds no Kane imma striker

Got your bird on my balls no Spurs

Taking her back man you sound absurd

This big Os in the western

Tumble weed face off on a next ting

Rodeo ride we take a rodeo

I'm a stallion, don't think that you can hold me close

When its tunnel vision baby I don't see a soul

When you got me right there you better hold me close

Yodel-Ay, yodel-ay, yodel-ay-hee-hoo

I draw up first, and then I let it go Han Solo flow

That old rigma row, that old rigma row, that old rigma row, that old rigma row

Stuntin', cappin, that ain't how I'm acting

Not at all don't give a fuck about a constable

You see what I'm holding, drive it like it's stolen

I wasn't born I was moulded, I'm a pegasus of trojan

I'm too sick, where's the prescription nigga

When I break the beat down, it's a demolition nigga

It's a cold, cold word my nigga

It's cold, cold world, you can call me born sinner

Imma cold hearted killer, ain't no one quicker or sicker

She don't talk a lot, but I turn her to a singer

When I hit it with her

don't draw on a man, this no western where's the western

I scheme, scheme plotting up and press 'em

Teaching lessons, ain't a felon, but I ain't really messin'

Playing chess, not checkers, I'm one move ahead

Stacking up my cheese and bread

If a guy wanna try, I can feed him this led

Don't bite my style, I'm too wild like the west

Don't bite my style, I'm too wild like the west

I'll aim at your chest

Why these riders turn to ghost, when I come to collect?

Keep my cards, close to my chest, ballin Harden the Nets

We not waving no red flags, you'll never know what's next

picking up where I left off, foot is on the ped

And you know me and my squad, taking on what's next

Oooooo, oooiiiiii