2019 Flow lyrics

[Intro]
Enrgy Beats
Open the f*ck up
2019 flow
b*tch
Young Sak Runner

[Verse]
He got kicked out his hood 'cause he scammed Flint ('Cause he scammed)
Chopstick smackdown 'cause it slam sh*t ('Cause it slam)
Like a f*ckin' Ram truck, I ram sh*t (I ram sh*t)
I see that lil ass f*ckin' money, that's yo' man's sh*t
Out in LA buyin' bow's with Scam 'nem
Hold on bring that card back, you ain't scan them
You can have a hunnid guns, you ain't scarin' them
My n*ggas having fun, swipin' cards out in Maryland
I got so many f*ckin' shoes, I ain't wearin' em
If I'm in love with the b*tch, I ain't sharin' her
I'm a petty ass n*gga, pourin' green in a Fanta
Comin' to yo city with that bag like I'm Santa
Aight, my white b*tch drive for me, name Amanda
I got a lot of lit fans out in Canada
If he diss me in a song then we bannin' em
You wanna start some rap beef? I'm comin' for yo manager
You wanna make some money? Drive these bow's to Alabama
I know a white n*gga, get money, Adam Sandler
He got a off brand clip, it's a jammer
You know I hang with drug dealers and the scammers
Okay, you wanna talk down? I'ma fan 'em
Don't put his ass in no f*ckin' wood, pour him in a Fanta
If this was f*ckin' Dipset, b*tch I'm Santana
I'll beat a n*gga ass, Def Jam Vendetta
b*tch, I'm damn near runnin' out of breathe, I can't rap no more
You let a n*gga take yo strap, don't got strap no more
Bet a thousand to my thousand, I can't f*ck your ho
I'm shootin' dice with these n*ggas, I just tuck and roll
I'm tryna f*ck her from the back, make her touch her toes
Red beam on the Glock, I could touch yo nose
I could press a button right now, we'll up the score
Sittin' here thinkin' to myself how to be up some more
She just ate my di*k up like a lunchable
Oh you just got it in? I had it months ago
You be hanging round n*ggas for a blunt to smoke
I would chase your ass down, but I run too slow
They ain't even f*ckin' with me with my 1-2 flow
I'll never ever cough a ran through ho
In high school you got f*cked in a bando
Soon as you spend twenty then a band gone
In a car finna slide, turn a band on
Hot ass hell in the booth, turn a fan on
Please stop rappin' songs 'cause you sayin' it wrong