8 Gates Flow lyrics
by Gorillaz
[Verse]
Young goat
This game what I'm boutta f*cking run though
Too wavy I don't own one boat
When I get it promise all these n*gga donezo
Got a thottie I'mma hit it like a drum roll
Gun throat neck flow cut their necks
They better cut my check
I'm too cold, respect
I do own the west
I'm too froze
But next to new gold
Patek, I do nose congest, yeah
They sick now
I spit wild
My spit knock down a brick house
You spit mild
A sick child with a big mouth
Your b*tch wild
She came through got di*ked down
I just smiled I'm like
I'm gonna wipe their mind with bright devices
Why would you try my likeness?
Nice with the mind like a grad from Boston
Sickest n*gga in the game, Magic Johnson, like, uh
I gotta stay with the tribe
They gotta stay with the Nine
b*tches been pregnant a lot
My sh*t, they banging a lot
I'm like a bagel on top
b*tch, I was made for the sauce
Never complacent I'm not
Focused on making the guap
Too cold, that's two winters
If I feature on a song that's two dinners
So ill, so rude, so punitive
Tell them n*ggas they ain't ready for my newest sh*t, nah, ay
b*tch, I'm dumb and it fact
I turn tables cause I'm running it back
If I see red then I'm gonna attack
b*tch, I pull strings but don't want 'em attached, nah, ay
I don't want 'em attached
And I got a lot in my mind and I really wanna relax
I heard 'em talking that sh*t but it really wasn't that fast, yuh, ay
It could never distract from this