Eskimo Flow lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy, grrah, burr

[Verse 1]
TEC shoot any n*gga on some lame sh*t
n*ggas tough until they mama with the gang, b*tch
You got shooters, they ain't shooting with the A team
He a clown, paint his face like some Maybelline
b*tch lied to me twice, she got two shots
Diddy Bop a n*gga b*tch up out her Reeboks
187 slidin', listening to Key Glock
Take your bullets and grab a chopper, winter stay hot
Fresh as f*ck, I'm by myself, my gang can't leave the state
I eat beats, he eat my pus*y like some Frito-Lay
Courtney called me, asked to send a bird, A-okay
Dancing with these bands, feel like Ayo and TK

[Chorus]
One young n*gga, he gon' creep, don't make a sound
Two young n*ggas posted with two hundred rounds
Three young n*ggas catch you and they running down
Four gang members sliding, that's a murder, beatin' the trial

[Verse 2]
I play for the wealth, you'd rather set your partner up (b*tch)
Moving like a sniper, who be lacking? Never us
Told me everything about your man so I don't trust
b*tches wanna be down, they cross you over petty stuff
This that sh*t that my young b*tches gon' get wild to
This that sh*t, I'm in my zone, b*tch, you a cow, move
Facing court, 'cause that lil' b*tch ain't have her mouth mute
I got condos, different cities, with a pink room
I'm a threat to all these b*tches 'cause I'm getting riches
Switched my flow, I switched my image, b*tch, it's tailor-rented
With no makeup I'm the shiznit, I'm the youngest in it
At the free throw, shooters spinning, balling start to finish
[Chorus]
One young n*gga, he gon' creep, don't make a sound
Two young n*ggas posted with two hundred rounds
Three young n*ggas catch you and they running down
Four gang members sliding, that's a murder, beatin' the trial

[Outro]
One young n*gga, he gon' creep, don't make a sound
Two young n*ggas posted with two hundred rounds
Three young n*ggas catch you and they running down
Four gang members sliding, that's a murder, beatin' the trial