NoLimit Flow (Or Sumn) Lyrics

I'm smoking exotic it smell like an onion or something

Like I'm in here musty or something

I treat the booth like it's a kitchen or something eat beats

Like I'm hungry or something

Niggas is lame dissing and hating for nothing

Go get you some money or something

I'm tree in this bitch like a woodcutter or something

Roll woods like it's lumber or something

And I'm getting to it and that's why these hoes on my bumper

I ball like I got me a jumper

I think that I love her

She give me head every morning beautician I'm fixing her frontal

Backwoods and grams yeah I'm serving bundles

Just place you an order and pick up yo number

I just get high 'til I'm numb feeling nothing

I can't see nobody my vision tunneled

They hit me up like let's do a song

But half of these niggas be lame to me

If you ain't K. Cosa Rico or my brothers

Than none of you niggas get verses for free

The hottest to do it so you must be crazy

You thinking about doing a versus with me

Niggas be talking they shit on the net

But I never see that shit personally

I was just broke and that was just days ago I have to get paid some more

Investing in guns no I don't buy J's no more but yah I got Jays at the door

Flexing a lot, cause I didn't have nothing before now I get whatever I want

Capping a lot, talk all that shit in yo song but you know that ain't nothing you on

Okay I'm back in they done got me started again I took a few L's now I win

Lord knows I ain't perfect yeah I'm just a nigga I try to do good but it's hard not to sin

Back at it again I can't fuck that sack up again go broke than I'm trapping again

Can't trust a soul they claim that they solid but fold

I cut off them backstabbing friends, I cut off a bitch who irking my nerves

Them hoes more annoying than backwoods with stems

I'm in a new whip my windows they tinted so I cannot see the outsiders look in

Pour me a 4 in 2 liter sprite and sip on that shit like it's juice and gin

Roll me a wood fill it up 7 grams man I guess that's just the mood that I'm in

I'm flee as hell I think I'm that dude or something I know I be looking like money

Niggas is broke they can't even pull out a hundred or can't even keep it a hundred

Stop with the cap rap like you got it or something but asking for niggas to front you

Niggas is sad if I was struggling bad still won't ask a nigga for nothing

I'm smoking exotic it smell like an onion or something

Like I'm in here musty or something

I treat the booth like it's a kitchen or something eat beats

Like I'm hungry or something

Niggas is lame dissing and hating for nothing

Go get you some money or something

I'm tree in this bitch like a woodcutter or something

Roll woods like it's lumber or something