J CL9UD - 2021 Flow Lyrics

Yea, hold on
Yea, hold on
Yea, hold on
Yea, come on

Turn me up a little bit in my mic, so I could hear myself a little bit more

Yea, f*ck it, uhh
Yea, f*ck it , uhh
Yea, f*ck it , uhh, come on

They gon' say I'm trippin', I don't give a f*ck
My money from skill, the f*ck is some luck ?
He flexing' for none and still got bucked
And then he got hit, he should've ducked

Cap if you want that's really gon' happen
He ain't no trapper, he can't even rap, went to his hood, just to get slapped the worst part bout it he can't even scrap

That's how these niggas in Texas be posted up flexin
Dawg, they livin' so reckless, I know some hitters for real that's doin' the drill
Adding niggas to check list Bitch, I'm a ball, just like Sheck Wes
I treat hoes the same as pest, I did not fold and handled the test

Pussy-ass nigga ain't seen my best
Niggas ain't with it I know that they bitches
I need to chill on talkin' this shit
She lovin' my grill no barbecue pit
She suckin' my dick, she finna get hit
I ran this shit up, like why would I quit ?
I'm snappin' for real, somehow it just click, I made her tap out, I made the bitch quit
And all her loyalty, she gon' submit

I don't be trustin' these hoes just f*ckin' these hoes
Like rubbers, I'm bustin' these hoes I just be smokin' on dro
With J's in my toes, that's fours not talkin' loco
Bitch I go crazy my nigga fasho, Insane for the gain, and love with the dough

They lovin' my wave and feelin' the flow really, I know that they wantin' my dough
A hoe is a hoe and a bitch is a trick I just let them do it all on my dick
Bitch get freaky and sloppy when she be toppin' and still don't leave no spit
How you a gangster and leavin' yo blick ?Niggas is wanksters, no 50 cent

Pussy-ass nigga get punched in his shit false claimin' the murda' the city, I rep
Nigga

I ain't playin' with niggas, I'm tired of talkin' Niggas just want them some clout
Got enough paper to smoke them like vapor Got his bitch ass stuck up in the clouds

My dawgs be makin' me wanna go harder, I'm tryna drop heat
Compare me to Carter, Sean or Lil' Wayne, it's all the same
Long as I'm in it, it's boostin' my brain
All of the pain that I feel been makin' me trill My dawgs been wantin' to kill

I'm just been chill to myself while uppin' my wealth and hopin' that y'all get a feel
One thing I know is bout' keepin' it real Demons been feelin' like they in the field
But I ain't worried for shit, they ass gon' get hit F*ck em', I'm been legit
Niggas been hatin' on me and fakin' on me They mad cause of a bitch ?

Never a beef bout' a bitch, the f*ck is that shit?
That's how you get put in a ditch
Worried bout' green, more green than the grinch
Gas I'm smokin' fasho leave a stench
Bitch, I ain't worried for shit, can't worry bout' shit Dawg, I'm tryna get rich

Who is this nigga ? I know what they ask
It's funny a nigga had been on y'all ass
I'm just been coolin', cuz really, I spaz
I'd rather count green, kick back and just laugh
It's funny I'm up and stackin' it fast
My style fasho gon' make her lose class
Only need God and bags of cash, now that I'm here, I'm stayin' to last bitch