Ey Flow lyrics

I wish everything I touch would turn to rubies
EY, you heard me?
Baby Kat Choppa, man, Top Shotta
Baby Kat Shotta, you heard me?
We finna talk our sh*t, you heard me?
EY (Yeah)
Midas got a jugg, ayy (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I am a menace, keep me a tac just like Benzis
I'm with the sh*t like I'm Dennis
I started this sh*t, I'ma finish
Syntax be hatin', tryna blemish our image
Who want the smoke? .223 came with the scope
Rapid clip long as a rope
We wipe his nose, just like he had him a cold
I knew that boy was a ho
Pull up with the gang, you know that wе bangin'
What is your set, n*gga? What is you claimin'?
I am a beast, you cannot tame it
Don't point a fingеr, this sh*t can get dangerous
These n*ggas hatin', these n*ggas plottin'
Ooh, he got Death Awps, I'm runnin' his wallet
You say you a stomper, lil' n*gga, stop it
In a shootout, your loadout was droppin'
You really a fraud, you cannot stomp on this yard
My n*ggas, they scammin', they gettin them cars
I am so high that I'm talkin' to stars
I'm gone off them jiggas, I'm poppin' them bars
Don't mind my pimpin', b*tch, don't sweat me
R6 got a kick, call that sh*t Viecti Li
Ey Gang dripped up, what is your recipe?
Gon' get an F if a n*gga try testin' me
Whole lotta rubies, whole lotta guala
Hit the party fifty deep, nothin' but my shottas
n*gga tried me so you know I had to pop him
So many bullets, it confused the hit reg
Whole lotta racks, whole lotta stacks
f*ck a headshot, I'ma shoot him in the back
Three-point-five rolled up in the Cack'
We don't smoke viecti, this sh*t called pack
I'm sticked up like a blind man
I'm super hot like viecti disstrack
He say that he gon 1v1 me
Ayy, just know, he losin', man
I'ma swap from my hip then blow like a whistle
Your b*tch switching' clans like JD Knickle
Two bullets in your chest, that's a nipple
And if a n*gga run up, I'ma pop him like a pimple
Get rich or die tryin', I'm feelin' like 50
Brand new chopper got double-D titties
n*gga, don't play me, I don't get silly
Love all the beef like a Southwest Philly, yeah
[Interlude]
Yeah, love all the beef like a Southwest Philly, yeah, ayy
Bet, love all the beef like a Southwest Philly

[Verse 2]
I might just OD, Bans killin' me slowly
Feelin' like I'm Kobe, can't nan' n*gga hold me
If he wanna run up on me, shoot him like Ginobili
And I'm with the sh*t, lil' homie, yeah, like I'm Toby (Yeah)
And I'm with the sh*t, lil' homie, yeah, like I'm Toby, b*tch (Yeah)

[Outro]
Finna ad-lib, keep all that (Like I'm Toby, yeah, yeah)
(Like a school shooter named Toby, yeah)
Keep all that, Scar, yeah (This sh*t straight drop, lil' n*gga, no cut)
Ayy, Scar, keep all that, keep all that (Straight drop, lil' n*gga, no cut)
Yeah, yeah
(Up from my hip, yeah)