DZ Flow lyrics

[Intro]
Hmm (Getta Beats)
The whoop way, n*gga
The whoop family
Yeah, huh

[Verse]
n*gga, I just walked in Louis wearin' Radric Davis
And I got 'bout four, five different strands, I got a lot of flavors
Got a lot of hoes, lot of haters, this come with territory
I got a lot of guns, a lot of opps, but that's another story
I wanna call my dawg, but he switched, man, I feel like Rory
I just came across a bad b*tch and her name was Lori
My homeboy fightin' a bad b*tch, we need to get a lawyer
I'll pull up and whack sh*t with this SIG Sauer
Bullsh*t happen, but we still trappin'
Yeah, I'm still rappin', pus*y n*gga, I'm still happen
And I'm still active, you know we still slide
We ain't lettin' sh*t slide, them lil' n*ggas still dyin'
Live from the Westside, the Eastsidе too
They know it's a homicide whenеver we slide through
I told Getta load this motherf*cker up, it's time to eat
I told Trap load that motherf*cker up, they wanna beef
Mmm, that n*gga down the street
We gon' pull up on him broad day and knock him off his feet
We don't give a f*ck who he with or who he kin to
I want every n*gga he hang around, we killin' friends too
You ain't never seent a n*gga turn a half a brick to two
I know n*ggas gettin' rich off that— this sh*t crazy
Less than six months f*ckin' with my baby, ran up eighty
I ain't buyin' sh*t, I'm puttin' it all up, b*tch, I'm savin'
Bad b*tches wanna suck my pole when I'm on the road
Got a hundred thousand in the bag and I'm draped in gold
Ghazi got me makin' all this money, never sold my soul
n*ggas know they ever play with me, we lettin' them hammers blow
b*tch booty lookin' like a pizza, it's my Atlanta ho
Baby daddy broke and super weak, ain't wanna let her go
Damn, ain't wanna let her breathe
n*gga put the cuffs on that pus*y, ain't wanna let her leave
Got another b*tch in Miami, she from overseas
Ass fat, titties real big, I pass her to Skeeze
Got a white b*tch from the V, I passed her to B
Yesterday, I ran into the plug, he passed me a key
Smoke dropped a dub on his bus, he could've bought a watch
When they play my song in the club, it make the b*tches bop
Walked in wearin' all Gucci, snakes on my socks
Big bully ridin' with big fullys, flyin' up the rock