Fentanyl Flow Lyrics

Twenty thousand dollars worth of drugs up in the scat

Fentanyl up in the air got the junkies coming back

Either go and flip a pack or bring the Mexicans right back

I'm just giving you information to go and make em racks

They tried to kill dee money when he tried to go and flee the scene

Cash coming from Carolina shout out my big homie

If rap don't workout my plug would put me back on my feet

I ain't talking Halloween when I told this bitch trick and treat

I done really had some mothafuckers get set up by strippers

It so crazy what these bitches would do for some percs and liquor

I done seen my homies turn to junkies having chills and shivers

How I got all these pounds when i just wanted to be a pitcher

Now I'm trying get rid of these bags and get paid of a verse

Want some advice on some money go and rob a plug first

Bring it back to me I'll show you how to triple up the work

Taking all these pain pills like I'm crippled up and hurt

Twenty thousand dollars worth of drugs and jewelry on me

Yeah he got robbed the first time he tried to go compete with me

This ain't no fairy tale story this is everything I seen

Bitch I'm really icey doing all this business with them feigns

Yeah his dumbass almost died when he tried to go cause a scene

I put the glock on my hip before I leave can't change my routine

I done ran over fifty thousand dollars since I was a teen

Same ones I use to look up to now wanna compete with me

You still got the same pound from last week homie I know you can't sell it

I cannot leave no money traces homie you cannot Zelle it

I can eyeball a whole pound I don't even need to go scale

If you seen what I just did you better not ever go tell it

Another homie in a box

The block is getting hot

I just got the call that another homie just got shot

Yeah they want pay back I don't think they want him to go get caught

Only thing I fear In this world is the mothafucking swat

I done seen a grown man take a quarter million dollar L

Momma told me don't say much but I got a story to tell

I done went and met a plug on the day I got expelled

Never looked back I can count money better than I can spell

You ain't doing shit with your life then you better go risk it

I done seen them set they homie up just to go count some digits

I was 15 years old when I seen them bricks up in the kitchen

Even thru these Louie frames homie you can see my vision

Twenty thousand dollars worth of drugs up in the scat

Fentanyl up in the air got the junkies coming back

Either go and flip a pack or bring the Mexicans right back

I'm just giving you information to go and make 'em racks