ChinaTown Market Flow ft. MackBaybii Lyrics

Watch me, gnarly, Chinatown market flow

Came in this bitch on black time so I'm late Gun full like it already ate

Bitch call me gnarly, don't call me Nate I might slide through like I'm riding on

Skates Might turn your beat down like I already ate

Might leave you on read and say bye to your face

It's been 48, they ain't closing the case I've been out of state

I had bro switch the plates Before the challenge, niggas fill off them crates

Go in my yard and my pits get you ate Go dump his body in the Michigan lake

I'm making magic like Michigan State Smoke a banana, kush an it's cake

This shit taste the best, it ain't no debate

Ain't hitting my wood, I blow smoke in your face

You stuck on the couch, use the disgrace I'm waking up early, might go for a race

I seen you in front, can't keep up the pace Winner's circle, no, I'm winning the race

New chain look like piss in your face Niggas calling my phone, I'm doing great

I'm just stacking my bars like a charger You wasn't with me in the field with the farmers

Start growing gas on my buffalo's taller Give me the pack and I'm taking it farther

I gave you the price, niggas making it harder

My head in the books, bitch, I've been getting

smarter My money a book, I'm a bookworm regardless

Ain't battling niggas but I eat any artist And put on my hoodie, nigga, just like I'm artist

Chinatown, market hoodie on, man And you still shopping at Target, man

Where the fuck they do that at? Cock that back and then shoot at the target

New Yeezy's look like butter or a margin

They think I'm a Aladdin, I'm just fly like the carpet

Ayy, bitch, foe them, hop out two Glocks, they sparking

Like a gun range, I'm hitting the target I'm a lieutenant, they calling me sergeant

We bin da block like Wallace We gon' walk down, get them nail no polish

30 clip long as the neck of a ostrich I up this Glock, hold that bitch like a hostage

One headshot, mmm, pasta I'm a real stepper boy, you a impasta

We all in your house, me casa su casa Real mob ties, I ain't going like Hoffa

Roll up that green spinach I'm in the field throwing bullets, shit look like a scrimmage

He wanna act, he a poser I got a perfect lil' shot that'll fuck up his image

My money old, vintage Riding presidential, lil' nigga, I feel like the senate

I promise we know where you living My niggas moving that bitch, I feel like a tenant