Li Rye Flow Lyrics

Yea , Yea, I'm back bitch, Hrrt

Y'all thought I wasn't gon come trim on shit, got me fucked up man

Bitch ass nigga

Kmon, Ahh

Boy, you a bitch, I can tell just by your fit

Come here with that goofy shit, on my brother, you get it

While toting Dracs up in the Yota we flip them packs and get em gone

Up here thinking shit so funny you make one move ya life gone

I think I hear my phone ringin

My twin said stop playin nigga and make a song

Spittin all this fire up in the booth, I go so hard I can't get lost

Love this drill shit, it give me every reason to split a brain

You can't run from these big bullets, them bitches kick just like Lui Kang

556 green tips, coming for ya mans u betta drop

We only came to clear the function, because your boy was talkin hot

Keep protection on my waist, said fuck that license, I'm a thug

And when we spin your drop, we gon leave some stains up on ya rug

Before we slide up in the whip

I clean my bullets and my trip

Fucked that bitch in all black forces while I was clutchin on my blick

Smokin dead opps to the face, feel like I'm laced with my own thoughts

Had your mans up on the ground, all you heard was screams and laughter

Lil bitch told me fuck her faster

After we got the fucking, she went to sucking on the dick backwards

ARPs coming in and out, keep them bitches like a drug habit

Never took a nigga serious, walkin around with cheap fabric

Blood be spilling from his brain call that bitch a blood leak

762s in the chop that bitch will kill ya heartbeat

You know you got some good shit when the junkies come, knockin at the door, and bank up on that bitch like the police (Shoutout to Li Rye nikka)

Press the gas, push the throttle, just watch how my engine rock

Niggas be so pressed about a bitch, that's how they get they shit popped

Goofy nigga, you can't fuck with me, because I got this rap shit on a lock

When I start speedin in the car, that mean her mouth filled with my rocks

Momma told me punch the clock, but I'm a real street nigga, so I keep a coolin kit up on my fuckin Glock

Think to diss on NFL , I bet you'll end up in the box

Dumbass thought this shit was sweet, until he end up on the fox

Bitch

I'm back on my motherfuckin bullshit, pussy ass nigga

Fuck u talking bout bitch

You a hoe ahh nigga, man

NFL, YN, YPGK, takeover fuck nigga ( GKKKKK)

NFL shii nigga kmon

Get at me, kome on, yea

Boy, you a bitch, I can tell just by your fit

Come here with that goofy shit, on my brother, you get it

While toting Dracs up in the Yota we flip them packs and get em gone

Up here thinking shit so funny you make one move ya life gone

I think I hear my phone ringin

My twin said stop playin nigga and make a song

Spittin all this fire up in the booth, I go so hard I can't get lost

Bitch, yea

NFL shii nigga kome on

Yeah, Yeah