Drakeo Flow lyrics

[Verse 1: KrispyLife Kidd]
Me and Gramz, we got another one
I want some more money, please bring back Donald Trump
I'm in and out of town with it, it's in the trunk
Automatic chopper, this b*tch [?] bust
Automatic chop catch the opps in the buss
Automatic chop catch them getting on a buss
[?] pill, I'm tryna f*ck
All your friends [?] just round them up

[Verse 2: YSR Gramz]
Fun fact, we can get that n*gga wacked
I'm on the northside with some Blood n*ggas shooting crack
Told Dee Rich shoot first, lil n*gga, don't shoot back
I know that lil b*tch got some good head, she got a gap
Why you posting all them guns? You ain't like that
n*gga speaking on the [?] I don't like that
On my mama, hope that n*gga get a white bag
I just put a n*gga to sleep with a right jab

[Verse 3: KrispyLife Kidd]
Damn, I got Bloods with me
They gotta kill somebody, if you wanna come with me
The bottom of the chop hold a hundred [?]
And did I mention that I got cuz with me?
Thought I brung all flats, but I got drums with me
I can tell his pockets flat, he ain't got no funds with him
You a sad case
I just [?] a bad check, but couldn't get [?]
I just killed another young brother, now I got a sad face
I took it [?] no co defendents on my last case
I made damn near 40,000 off my last tape
No cap, no cap, no cap
[Verse 4: YSR Gramz]
They hit him in his head, ain't waring no cap
[?] lil n*gga can't even tweek back
If you gon' speak on my n*ggas, lil n*gga, speak facts
Every n*gga with me got a strap
Give a f*ck who you hang with, n*gga, you a rat
Four deep in the whip, the shooter riding in the back
You gon' run off with your gun, and let that n*gga hold your gat
I got some BD's outa town, they be out in Chiraq

[Verse 5: KrispyLife Kidd]
You know I keep my gun on me, why would I lack?
[?] for sale, them b*tches lylack
I'm finna slide and hit a n*gga with a high hat
The clip in the shotgun look just like an iPad
Lotta money on his head, that's a high tap
f*ck around and have to spank, who got the sh*t just to bypass?
I just f*cked a white b*tch with her white ass
[?] but I'm not your dad
I remember I was selling grams when I was in class
Told my auntie that's your friend, so I'm not gon' smash
I'm off the [?] doing 110, I'm finna crash

[Verse 6: YSR Gramz]
My n*gga caught a lotta bodies, thanks to the Covid mask
My other n*gga got caught by the cops with a gram and a half
O'l rapping ass n*gga, catch him in the lack
Pop him and the Engineer for recording his ass
My n*ggas Bloods, but I f*ck with the Crips too
I sh*t talk on everything, like a chipped tooth
You be lieing in your raps, you sell bricks too
I know the reper, lil n*gga, he gon' get you