Him Flow Lyrics

I lost my best eater, I don't make the rules

And I don't follow either, they say it's cheap to keep her

I think that they was lyin', we chillin', sippin wine

She think bout goin' blind, and I'm like, baby why

Busy chasin' dollars, get hungry, Benihana I fuck with lil' shawty, she the type still get McDonalds

I just bought palm angels stay away from satan

I hope you hear me prayin', can't get into meditation

I been booted up, ain't been off no drugs

Shit been too turnt lately, two tone that Mercedes

Top down on the E-Way, hell yeah, we gone cruise or race it

I can't even fake it

I can't even fake shit, I just wake up, make shit

Can't fuck shit too basic, balenci look like ASICS

This bitch smooth, I need hear the bass kick

Boy step up, yo rankin', stop that extra thinking

Move no hesitation, yea them pistols blazin

Soon as they get to playing, she ask me what's my plan

I ain't have shit to tell her, hope she understand But that was way back then, we ain't talk

In a minute, I'm sure she gon' fill me in

Every time she ask about me, I don't really tell her shit

Enough problems I'm dealin' with, Talk on beats to heal this shit

Just they heal this shit