JDSABA - OT7 FLOW Lyrics

He a geek in his streets, he knowin' every problem
Life's a f*ckin' game and I found a way to solve it
Yeah, I got the juice in my bag, you can call me Donchick
Never gone broke, LLC, bitch, I bought a office

Standin' on my money, now let's see who the tallest
Livin' every day like 24, that's what Kobe did
Stack my money to the ceilin', so I got the highest bid
Smokin' green papers, I'm an I8 whipper

If she bad, then I might have to tip her
Sippin' on that wak, bitch, this ain't no Lipton
Told her, walk her ass home, yeah, she get to lippin
I got back to sippin', that's just how I'm livin

Spendin' 20 on a ticket, I ain't worried bout no bitches
Callin' up my office, feelin' presidential
Told her, I need some mice, okay, you need some mice
Well, get that schedule, let's go hit the dance floor

In that scat pack, baby, nah, this ain't no rental
If she bad, then I might let her
Off of Keisha, I'm feelin' special
You can't step inside my crib, baby, you not residential

Taught his ass a lesson, preached his boy a lecture
Now you know the differential, ain't nobody special
Besides yourself, I'm the one to tell you
Diamonds on my neck, blockin' off the cold weather

I do this shit with ease like lemon pepper wings
Yeah, this real shit, f*ck a translator
Bitch, lock me up, left the crib, you know she be back later
I'll scam, rob, it even gets harder

Hold my back against the wall, cryin' for a father
Even have dreams of bein' a barber
Wanted to be in the league ever since I was a toddler
Then reality came, it hit harder than water on a summer day

My dad had died in a jail cell, gets to me every way
Things knockin' out my door, want it more and more
Serve they ass for the low, skinny kid, pockets grown
Bitch a fan, she givin' dome, SRT, the rims is chrome

Threw a wide body on that hoe, then I want it more
Autozone, yeah, they got it for the low
I do too, nigga, I sell that tree, not that snow, nigga
Catch me on the road with it like Gucci Mane

Trappin' through the snow, nigga, ho-oh-ho, nigga
Steppin' through your door, nigga, get to the flow, nigga
If you don't cooperate, we leavin' with a show, nigga
Come pow, bet he let us blow, hit the dash, we had to go

Alot on my mind, so I had to blow
PHEENS knockin' out my door, yeah, they want it more and more
I say it again, I serve they ass for the low
Say it again, skinny nigga, pockets grown

Bitch a fan, she givin' dome, wait
I'm on the interstate, driftin' on that bitch
You know I'm gettin' face, uh, nigga
He a geek in his streets, he knowin' every problem

Life's a f*ckin' game and I found a way to solve it
Yeah, I got the juice in my bag, you can call me Donchick
Never goin' broke, LLC, bitch, I bought a office
Standin' on my money, now let's see who the tallest

Livin' every day like 24, that's what Kobe did
Stack my money to the ceilin', so I got the highest bid
Smokin' green papers, I'm a I.A. whipper
If she bad, then I might have to tip her

Sippin' on that wok, bitch, this ain't no liftin
Told her, walk her ass home, yeah, she get to lippin
I got back to sippin', that's just how I'm livin
Spendin' 20 on a ticket, I ain't worried bout no bitches

Callin' up my office, feelin' presidential
Told him, I need some ice, okay, you need some ice
Well, get that scheduled, let's go hit the dance floor
In that scat pack, baby, nah, this ain't no rental

If she bad, then I might let her
Awful kisha, I'm feelin' special
You can't step inside my crib, baby, you not residential
Taught his ass a lesson, preach his boy a lecture

Now you know the differential, ain't nobody special
Besides yourself, I'm the one to tell you
Diamonds on my neck, blockin' off the cold weather
I do this shit with ease, like lemon pepper wings

Yeah, this real shit, f*ck a translator
Bitch, lock me up, left the crib, you know she be back later
I scam, rob, it even gets harder
Hold my back against the wall, cryin' for her father

Even have dreams of bein' a barber
Wanted to be in the league ever since I was a toddler
Then reality came, it hit harder than water on a summer day
My dad had died in a jail cell, gets to me every way

Things knockin' out my door, want it more and more
Serve they ass for the low, skinny kid, pockets grown
Bitch a fan, she givin' dome, SRT, the rims is chrome
Threw a wide body on that hoe, then I want it more

Autozone, yeah, they got it for the low
I do too, nigga, I sell that tree, not that snow, nigga
Catch me on the road with it, like Gucci Mane
Trappin' through the snow, nigga

Ho-ho-ho, nigga
Ho-ho-ho, nigga
Ho-ho-ho, nigga
Ho-ho-ho, nigga

Ho-ho-ho, nigga