Aye
It be the K. Slayzzz
See me
Bitches on TV
Rocking out to shows
Tryna see the hoes
Lovin on my motherf*cking clothes
I got that juicy fruit
Your bitch she tryna smoke on my pound
Niggas want the round and I had to make you drown
Why you flexing pussy nigga
Always steady cappin
Im just chillin living how Im motherf*cking rapping
Got your bitch and now she clapping for them ones
Niggas in the sun and I had to get the drum
Carrying the safe got it in my waist and
Your bitch she love the molly taste
I got it every way oh oh shit
With the potion
Ive been floating
Steady toking
Motherf*ckers down you do not want my sound
You cannot handle this and your bitch on my dick
With that stick Im a alien
Got your bitch Sicillian
She's tryna rock a million
So Im sipping down with that lean
Having trippy dreams make that motherf*cker lean
With these pussy ass beam
Its a motherf*cking
Bravado
Demi Lavato
Tryna get your hoe
Bitches on
Tonka truck
Im moving in the cut
I got that motherf*cking molly dust
You cannot rock with us
Im tipping up
Big rounds
Shot caller wow
In a f*cking crowd
Oh
CJ
Lets get it
Aye aye
I got the way with the words like vocab
Most of yall super fakes man Im talking pro cap
No nap takin always takin risks
Always with the shits
Takin money trips
Stayin in my lane
But Im from Texas so Im used to all the swang
Knock me off my feet what you on
You smoking caine
Never f*cking with that shit
My blunt is filled with strains
Always staying with my clique
Wont go against the grain
Ive been through the struggle
Ive been through the pain
But I got through it I broke all the chains
Wont fold under pressure ill go against the flame
Now Im with some bad bitches smoking pouring pagne
Im on my way up no one in my way
Never ever thought that I would see this day
Chilling in some fly gear swerving in the lanes
My loud is top tier smoke it get chest pains
I aint even know this shit would be like this
Pen and paper ready for when I reminisce
Even when im gone they gon remember this
Yo have em make a album with my greatest hits yuh
Got my hands dirty now my whip clean
If you aint talking bout that action nigga miss me
Send your ass to voicemail bitch im busy
My nigga talking bout a come up
Bro dont tempt me
I just came up from the dirt
In the earth put in work
Didn't know what I was doing
Started moving in the works
Now we 6 figure niggas
For the team Im making shirts
Bro dont want that action
He a actor should rehearse yea
Free Flow (feat. K. Slayzzz & Joey. M) Video (MV)
CJ Trell - Free Flow (feat. K. Slayzzz & Joey. M) Lyrics
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Aye
It be the K. Slayzzz
See me
Bitches on TV
Rocking out to shows
Tryna see the hoes
Lovin on my motherf*cking clothes
I got that juicy fruit
Your bitch she tryna smoke on my pound
Niggas want the round and I had to make you drown
Why you flexing pussy nigga
Always steady cappin
Im just chillin living how Im motherf*cking rapping
Got your bitch and now she clapping for them ones
Niggas in the sun and I had to get the drum
Carrying the safe got it in my waist and
Your bitch she love the molly taste
I got it every way oh oh shit
With the potion
Ive been floating
Steady toking
Motherf*ckers down you do not want my sound
You cannot handle this and your bitch on my dick
With that stick Im a alien
Got your bitch Sicillian
She's tryna rock a million
So Im sipping down with that lean
Having trippy dreams make that motherf*cker lean
With these pussy ass beam
Its a motherf*cking
Bravado
Demi Lavato
Tryna get your hoe
Bitches on
Tonka truck
Im moving in the cut
I got that motherf*cking molly dust
You cannot rock with us
Im tipping up
Big rounds
Shot caller wow
In a f*cking crowd
Oh
CJ
Lets get it
Aye aye
I got the way with the words like vocab
Most of yall super fakes man Im talking pro cap
No nap takin always takin risks
Always with the shits
Takin money trips
Stayin in my lane
But Im from Texas so Im used to all the swang
Knock me off my feet what you on
You smoking caine
Never f*cking with that shit
My blunt is filled with strains
Always staying with my clique
Wont go against the grain
Ive been through the struggle
Ive been through the pain
But I got through it I broke all the chains
Wont fold under pressure ill go against the flame
Now Im with some bad bitches smoking pouring pagne
Im on my way up no one in my way
Never ever thought that I would see this day
Chilling in some fly gear swerving in the lanes
My loud is top tier smoke it get chest pains
I aint even know this shit would be like this
Pen and paper ready for when I reminisce
Even when im gone they gon remember this
Yo have em make a album with my greatest hits yuh
Got my hands dirty now my whip clean
If you aint talking bout that action nigga miss me
Send your ass to voicemail bitch im busy
My nigga talking bout a come up
Bro dont tempt me
I just came up from the dirt
In the earth put in work
Didn't know what I was doing
Started moving in the works
Now we 6 figure niggas
For the team Im making shirts
Bro dont want that action
He a actor should rehearse yea
It be the K. Slayzzz
See me
Bitches on TV
Rocking out to shows
Tryna see the hoes
Lovin on my motherf*cking clothes
I got that juicy fruit
Your bitch she tryna smoke on my pound
Niggas want the round and I had to make you drown
Why you flexing pussy nigga
Always steady cappin
Im just chillin living how Im motherf*cking rapping
Got your bitch and now she clapping for them ones
Niggas in the sun and I had to get the drum
Carrying the safe got it in my waist and
Your bitch she love the molly taste
I got it every way oh oh shit
With the potion
Ive been floating
Steady toking
Motherf*ckers down you do not want my sound
You cannot handle this and your bitch on my dick
With that stick Im a alien
Got your bitch Sicillian
She's tryna rock a million
So Im sipping down with that lean
Having trippy dreams make that motherf*cker lean
With these pussy ass beam
Its a motherf*cking
Bravado
Demi Lavato
Tryna get your hoe
Bitches on
Tonka truck
Im moving in the cut
I got that motherf*cking molly dust
You cannot rock with us
Im tipping up
Big rounds
Shot caller wow
In a f*cking crowd
Oh
CJ
Lets get it
Aye aye
I got the way with the words like vocab
Most of yall super fakes man Im talking pro cap
No nap takin always takin risks
Always with the shits
Takin money trips
Stayin in my lane
But Im from Texas so Im used to all the swang
Knock me off my feet what you on
You smoking caine
Never f*cking with that shit
My blunt is filled with strains
Always staying with my clique
Wont go against the grain
Ive been through the struggle
Ive been through the pain
But I got through it I broke all the chains
Wont fold under pressure ill go against the flame
Now Im with some bad bitches smoking pouring pagne
Im on my way up no one in my way
Never ever thought that I would see this day
Chilling in some fly gear swerving in the lanes
My loud is top tier smoke it get chest pains
I aint even know this shit would be like this
Pen and paper ready for when I reminisce
Even when im gone they gon remember this
Yo have em make a album with my greatest hits yuh
Got my hands dirty now my whip clean
If you aint talking bout that action nigga miss me
Send your ass to voicemail bitch im busy
My nigga talking bout a come up
Bro dont tempt me
I just came up from the dirt
In the earth put in work
Didn't know what I was doing
Started moving in the works
Now we 6 figure niggas
For the team Im making shirts
Bro dont want that action
He a actor should rehearse yea
Writer: Caden Cottrell, Joey Mercury, Keenan Duncan
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid