Milwaukee Flow lyrics
by YSR Gramz
[Intro]
(Alright, now I know you're angry)
[Chorus]
Free bro out that b*tch, he the boogieman
Bro just popped two Percocets and did a Perky dance
I got so many pounds, I'm the turkey man
They hit his ass with that Glock, he did the Jordan stance
Bro, these Purple jeans, not Jordan Craig
A n*gga play with YSR, then it's off with heads
b*tch, I ain't tryna cuff you, I want tail and head
I'm a Yung Sak Runner, b*tch, I'm 'bout my bread
[Verse 1]
Like he drunk Flint water, he got filled with lead
b*tch, I only sell weed, bro sellin' heads
KD did so many scams, he went to the feds
Told my n*gga, "Stop drinkin' green, you gon' go to bed"
When we chillin' on the block, we got so many choppеrs
Bro, put your gun up, there go a helicoptеr
You be talkin' down to hoes, you a c*ck-blocker
We put a switch on that b*tch, this a Glock chopper
Three lines of that Trish got my pop darker
My n*gga said his opps ain't on sh*t, his old opps harder
I can get a n*gga picked off, I'm a shot caller
I'm a whole pitbull, so I gotta dog her
Broke-ass n*gga, you a cheap ass
Unc' smoked so much dope, he need rehab
I ain't even f*ck that lil' b*tch, she got teabagged
I know a fiend from the South look like Steve Nash
[Chorus]
Free bro out that b*tch, he the boogieman
Bro just popped two Percocets and did a Perky dance
I got so many pounds, I'm the turkey man
They hit his ass with that Glock, he did the Jordan stance
Bro, these Purple jeans, not Jordan Craig
A n*gga play with YSR, then it's off with heads
b*tch, I ain't tryna cuff you, I want tail and head
I'm a Yung Sak Runner, b*tch, I'm 'bout my bread
[Verse 2]
I asked bro do he want a bag? He said, "Hell yeah"
He got a bag, but he always broke, I guess he sell bread
They hit his ass in his head, he got red dreads
I'm finna drive to the South and serve Ed and Edd
[Chorus]
Free bro out that b*tch, he the boogieman
Bro just popped two Percocets and did a Perky dance
I got so many pounds, I'm the turkey man
They hit his ass with that Glock, he did the Jordan stance
Bro, these Purple jeans, not Jordan Craig
A n*gga play with YSR, then it's off with heads
b*tch, I ain't tryna cuff you, I want tail and head
I'm a Yung Sak Runner, b*tch, I'm 'bout my bread