Sick Flow and I go beast mode with that Silent Code we took a oath
Spitting lyrics man f*ck the critics we staying mystic you living gimmick
Making money? Nah he ain't with it
Roll some weed yeah imma hit it
Pass the liquor imma slowly sip it till the pains gone my niggas with it
Early morning yeah I'm back to rolling
Thick smoke from this pack I'm smoking
Mixing all different strains, making music have a nigga floating
Making music have the team glowing
Music going we goin keep flowing
F*ck all that hating shit if you dreaming big then go for it
Split the L imma roll it up
Pass the cup imma drink it up
We'll keep going never give it up
Dont stop till your money's up!
Times money and your times running
Getting high till I feel nothing
I'm f*cking her but I feel nothing
My hearts dead but my lyrics pulsing
You hating bitch? You keep sucking
You hating nigga? You keep bugging
I see your vibe you up to something
You ain't doing shit you ain't up to nothin
Grab the nine, I'm down to gunning
I spit lyrics that ain't no mumbling
He grabbed the phone the cops coming
He snitching boy he saying something
He talking bro he telling something
You see his vibe? Hes plotting something
Two shells, let's teach him something
See his ass he'll start running
And the last thing he'll see is nothing
Two to the dome, one to the chest, Youngin
Two to the dome, one to the chest
Boy you better not flex you ain't havin shit you wish you did, you ain't gettin checks
Why pretend? Oh you wanna fit in
Man Fake niggas cant stand em, be hoeing be bitchin
They need percs they itching
I tell you boy these rap niggas some fiends that's the image
Yall really just cant keep up I'm also rappin and I'm spitting
Like I got the flu so I'm on Sick Flow listen
If you dont wanna come off the porch stay in the kitchen
Sick Flow we go beast mode with that Silent Code we took a O
We spitting lyrics we gotta stay gifted no time for that bitching we gotta go get it!
Sick Flow we go beast mode with that Silent Code we took a O
And no pretending no fake flexing gotta get to the checks, no we cant rest!
Sick Flow and I go beast mode with that Silent Code we took a oath
Spitting lyrics man f*ck the critics we staying mystic you living gimmick
Making money? Nah he ain't with it
Roll some weed yeah imma hit it
Pass the liquor imma slowly sip it till the pains gone my niggas with it
Early morning yeah I'm back to rolling
Thick smoke from this pack I'm smoking
Mixing all different strains, making music have a nigga floating
Making music have the team glowing
Music going we goin keep flowing
F*ck all that hating shit if you dreaming big then go for it
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Sick Flow and I go beast mode with that Silent Code we took a oath
Spitting lyrics man f*ck the critics we staying mystic you living gimmick
Making money? Nah he ain't with it
Roll some weed yeah imma hit it
Pass the liquor imma slowly sip it till the pains gone my niggas with it
Early morning yeah I'm back to rolling
Thick smoke from this pack I'm smoking
Mixing all different strains, making music have a nigga floating
Making music have the team glowing
Music going we goin keep flowing
F*ck all that hating shit if you dreaming big then go for it
Split the L imma roll it up
Pass the cup imma drink it up
We'll keep going never give it up
Dont stop till your money's up!
Times money and your times running
Getting high till I feel nothing
I'm f*cking her but I feel nothing
My hearts dead but my lyrics pulsing
You hating bitch? You keep sucking
You hating nigga? You keep bugging
I see your vibe you up to something
You ain't doing shit you ain't up to nothin
Grab the nine, I'm down to gunning
I spit lyrics that ain't no mumbling
He grabbed the phone the cops coming
He snitching boy he saying something
He talking bro he telling something
You see his vibe? Hes plotting something
Two shells, let's teach him something
See his ass he'll start running
And the last thing he'll see is nothing
Two to the dome, one to the chest, Youngin
Two to the dome, one to the chest
Boy you better not flex you ain't havin shit you wish you did, you ain't gettin checks
Why pretend? Oh you wanna fit in
Man Fake niggas cant stand em, be hoeing be bitchin
They need percs they itching
I tell you boy these rap niggas some fiends that's the image
Yall really just cant keep up I'm also rappin and I'm spitting
Like I got the flu so I'm on Sick Flow listen
If you dont wanna come off the porch stay in the kitchen
Sick Flow we go beast mode with that Silent Code we took a O
We spitting lyrics we gotta stay gifted no time for that bitching we gotta go get it!
Sick Flow we go beast mode with that Silent Code we took a O
And no pretending no fake flexing gotta get to the checks, no we cant rest!
Sick Flow and I go beast mode with that Silent Code we took a oath
Spitting lyrics man f*ck the critics we staying mystic you living gimmick
Making money? Nah he ain't with it
Roll some weed yeah imma hit it
Pass the liquor imma slowly sip it till the pains gone my niggas with it
Early morning yeah I'm back to rolling
Thick smoke from this pack I'm smoking
Mixing all different strains, making music have a nigga floating
Making music have the team glowing
Music going we goin keep flowing
F*ck all that hating shit if you dreaming big then go for it
Spitting lyrics man f*ck the critics we staying mystic you living gimmick
Making money? Nah he ain't with it
Roll some weed yeah imma hit it
Pass the liquor imma slowly sip it till the pains gone my niggas with it
Early morning yeah I'm back to rolling
Thick smoke from this pack I'm smoking
Mixing all different strains, making music have a nigga floating
Making music have the team glowing
Music going we goin keep flowing
F*ck all that hating shit if you dreaming big then go for it
Split the L imma roll it up
Pass the cup imma drink it up
We'll keep going never give it up
Dont stop till your money's up!
Times money and your times running
Getting high till I feel nothing
I'm f*cking her but I feel nothing
My hearts dead but my lyrics pulsing
You hating bitch? You keep sucking
You hating nigga? You keep bugging
I see your vibe you up to something
You ain't doing shit you ain't up to nothin
Grab the nine, I'm down to gunning
I spit lyrics that ain't no mumbling
He grabbed the phone the cops coming
He snitching boy he saying something
He talking bro he telling something
You see his vibe? Hes plotting something
Two shells, let's teach him something
See his ass he'll start running
And the last thing he'll see is nothing
Two to the dome, one to the chest, Youngin
Two to the dome, one to the chest
Boy you better not flex you ain't havin shit you wish you did, you ain't gettin checks
Why pretend? Oh you wanna fit in
Man Fake niggas cant stand em, be hoeing be bitchin
They need percs they itching
I tell you boy these rap niggas some fiends that's the image
Yall really just cant keep up I'm also rappin and I'm spitting
Like I got the flu so I'm on Sick Flow listen
If you dont wanna come off the porch stay in the kitchen
Sick Flow we go beast mode with that Silent Code we took a O
We spitting lyrics we gotta stay gifted no time for that bitching we gotta go get it!
Sick Flow we go beast mode with that Silent Code we took a O
And no pretending no fake flexing gotta get to the checks, no we cant rest!
Sick Flow and I go beast mode with that Silent Code we took a oath
Spitting lyrics man f*ck the critics we staying mystic you living gimmick
Making money? Nah he ain't with it
Roll some weed yeah imma hit it
Pass the liquor imma slowly sip it till the pains gone my niggas with it
Early morning yeah I'm back to rolling
Thick smoke from this pack I'm smoking
Mixing all different strains, making music have a nigga floating
Making music have the team glowing
Music going we goin keep flowing
F*ck all that hating shit if you dreaming big then go for it
Writer: Cyrell Stutts, Jacob Romero
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid