IUR Flow lyrics

[Intro: Richtown Butter]
Hold on, hah
b*tch
f*ck is wrong with u dumbass n*ggas, hold on
Damn, Max
Real gang sh*t, hold on
I don't even gon' start this b*tch back, but I'll just talk crazy on this b*tch n*gga no cap (You hard as hell dog)
[?]
n*gga free Lil Kodak
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Richtown Butter]
I don't do no robbin' [?] n*ggas do
f*ck I'm supposed to patrol, what the f*ck these n*ggas wanna do (For real)
Laugh at that, this dumbass n*gga know I set that play
Even when we at the curb, b*tch we got 2 K
b*tch, Michael Actson
You better hold (?) not f*cking there cause he gon' clap somethin'
n*ggas ain't been shootin' no videos, now I'm back hungry
My dog must've got some money cause he actin' back phony
(Huh)
n*gga I ain't no [?], but I be rollin' with them
I'm with gang, we off them percs, I be rollin' with them
If it's us, [?], I be rollin' with them
It be hard to function, I can't focus if it ain't drugs in my system
Threw a terrier on the chop, imma [?] 'em
I can't even catch [?], get 'em
Like why di*k sucking? Show fake love
You got a gang full of hoes, n*gga, y'all fake thugs
b*tch, me and my CEO, we'll crash out
I just dropped a couple of bowls off at the stank house
We'll f*ck around and leave a n*gga stanking in the house
All my n*ggas really with that sh*t, f*ck you talkin' bout?
We in my hood, we walk n*ggas in and we walk 'em out
If a n*gga talk down, damn, bro already walked him down
n*gga you heard my f*ckin' price, n*gga don't try to talk me down
I was bored locked in school teacher[?], now I'm chalkin' out
Give a f*ck who was talkin', damn don't give a f*ck bout now
If a n*gga come out way I'm coming with a hundred rounds
We should put a opp in the bow, that's a couple pounds
We ain't even want to smoke that n*gga, shipped him out of town
My dog really out of sh*t, don't get loud with us
We ain't come to play ball, we'll get foul with you
(Hold on, hold on, hold on)
Somebody put a opp in the wood and get loud with you
[Verse 2: Icewear Vezzo]
Yeah
Run up on him with that cannon, make him run from me
I'll up that Drac' on n*ggas' babies for that young money
I'm finna do a walkthrough, they got a dub for me
Treat the trap like my playground, now I got club money
I'm from Detroit, f*ck
You might not understand
Count that paper that's two mil in cash, I need double hands
Freaky b*tch, finna pop that pus*y like a rubber band
Hit my show, jump right on the stage, I snuck cutter in
Iced Up Records
Yeah, we the new Cash Money
f*ck that, we the new Death Row, come sell a slab for me
Cut a bricky, jumping off the scale, look like cab money
Got a skinny b*tch, but she got money, bought that ass for me
Hundred rounds pokin' out my shirt, this the blicky dance
Water in my rollie look retarded, call it Chicken Man
I just got some head in VIP, gotta fix my pants
We caught a opp lackin' in the club, n*gga tripped and ran
I want 50 for a show, yeah, that's my new price
Sign a million dollar record deal, and I bought new ice
Real drank legend in my city, I sold Lou pints
Met a b*tch and hit her the first day, she spent two nights

[Outro: Icewear Vezzo]
Hmm, yeah
Freaky hoe
She spent two nights