Ayo peep this
It goes
Step uh blicky uh
Wet uh Flex uh
Man I had just woken up bruh
And I had me one of these like depressive episodes
Man like, I woke up to a panic attack like dawg what is that?
Like I don't even know
(Step uh blicky uh)
(Wet uh Flex uh)
But you know w- we just gotta keep moving bruh
We just gotta keep doing it
(Flex uh)
Step back, I never had a flow
New school, Old school its for all folks
Who are you to tell me how to joke?
Do your own thing, don't worry bout em' bro
Gotta Funk Master Flex flow
But I don't wanna go
Gotta switch it up, gotta become an animal
Niggas don't take you very serious
But when you get some change, they act very curious
Always been a little delirious
Got the globe on my chain, man I wish I could live in it
Hit a 180 so you don't know my name
Gotta switch up my face and call me Nick Cage
Bitches fake uh
Movin' with the hate
Butter it off for a much better taste
Flava Flav got a big clock on his chest
Little hand gonna hit eight
Got about one, two, three, four, five minus one hours
Left about in the day
Gotta drink my gatorade before the haters say
Nigga you is straight cappin'
I got, I got no more in me dawg (Blinky uh, wet uh)
Thank ya, Thank ya for listening homie (Step uh)
I greatly appreciate it
(Wet Flex uh)
(Step uh blicky uh)
(Wet uh Flex uh)
(Step uh blicky uh)
I lied
Don't f*ck with me
Don't f*ck with me
Don't f*ck with me
Don't f*ck with me
Moet gonna pour some
Gonna take some to the head, call me Boba fett
Laser pea shooter semi automatic jet lag
I had my eyes closed cause I didn't wanna see whats next
The upcomin' summa' just seems like it will be rough on my neck
Got niggas actin' like bitches, I only got my emotions
Lemme spit it really quick
Never hit, only miss
A sad little nigga who only wanted friends
I used to want kids but then shit changed
Bitches actin' wishy washy
Whatcha gotta gain?
They always play games, neva take blame
Nigga when will you learn to stay in your lane?
The sun will always shine after the rain
But right now I gotta get out of this place
I gotta run out
(I feel it, I feel it)
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Ayo peep this
It goes
Step uh blicky uh
Wet uh Flex uh
Man I had just woken up bruh
And I had me one of these like depressive episodes
Man like, I woke up to a panic attack like dawg what is that?
Like I don't even know
(Step uh blicky uh)
(Wet uh Flex uh)
But you know w- we just gotta keep moving bruh
We just gotta keep doing it
(Flex uh)
Step back, I never had a flow
New school, Old school its for all folks
Who are you to tell me how to joke?
Do your own thing, don't worry bout em' bro
Gotta Funk Master Flex flow
But I don't wanna go
Gotta switch it up, gotta become an animal
Niggas don't take you very serious
But when you get some change, they act very curious
Always been a little delirious
Got the globe on my chain, man I wish I could live in it
Hit a 180 so you don't know my name
Gotta switch up my face and call me Nick Cage
Bitches fake uh
Movin' with the hate
Butter it off for a much better taste
Flava Flav got a big clock on his chest
Little hand gonna hit eight
Got about one, two, three, four, five minus one hours
Left about in the day
Gotta drink my gatorade before the haters say
Nigga you is straight cappin'
I got, I got no more in me dawg (Blinky uh, wet uh)
Thank ya, Thank ya for listening homie (Step uh)
I greatly appreciate it
(Wet Flex uh)
(Step uh blicky uh)
(Wet uh Flex uh)
(Step uh blicky uh)
I lied
Don't f*ck with me
Don't f*ck with me
Don't f*ck with me
Don't f*ck with me
Moet gonna pour some
Gonna take some to the head, call me Boba fett
Laser pea shooter semi automatic jet lag
I had my eyes closed cause I didn't wanna see whats next
The upcomin' summa' just seems like it will be rough on my neck
Got niggas actin' like bitches, I only got my emotions
Lemme spit it really quick
Never hit, only miss
A sad little nigga who only wanted friends
I used to want kids but then shit changed
Bitches actin' wishy washy
Whatcha gotta gain?
They always play games, neva take blame
Nigga when will you learn to stay in your lane?
The sun will always shine after the rain
But right now I gotta get out of this place
I gotta run out
(I feel it, I feel it)
It goes
Step uh blicky uh
Wet uh Flex uh
Man I had just woken up bruh
And I had me one of these like depressive episodes
Man like, I woke up to a panic attack like dawg what is that?
Like I don't even know
(Step uh blicky uh)
(Wet uh Flex uh)
But you know w- we just gotta keep moving bruh
We just gotta keep doing it
(Flex uh)
Step back, I never had a flow
New school, Old school its for all folks
Who are you to tell me how to joke?
Do your own thing, don't worry bout em' bro
Gotta Funk Master Flex flow
But I don't wanna go
Gotta switch it up, gotta become an animal
Niggas don't take you very serious
But when you get some change, they act very curious
Always been a little delirious
Got the globe on my chain, man I wish I could live in it
Hit a 180 so you don't know my name
Gotta switch up my face and call me Nick Cage
Bitches fake uh
Movin' with the hate
Butter it off for a much better taste
Flava Flav got a big clock on his chest
Little hand gonna hit eight
Got about one, two, three, four, five minus one hours
Left about in the day
Gotta drink my gatorade before the haters say
Nigga you is straight cappin'
I got, I got no more in me dawg (Blinky uh, wet uh)
Thank ya, Thank ya for listening homie (Step uh)
I greatly appreciate it
(Wet Flex uh)
(Step uh blicky uh)
(Wet uh Flex uh)
(Step uh blicky uh)
I lied
Don't f*ck with me
Don't f*ck with me
Don't f*ck with me
Don't f*ck with me
Moet gonna pour some
Gonna take some to the head, call me Boba fett
Laser pea shooter semi automatic jet lag
I had my eyes closed cause I didn't wanna see whats next
The upcomin' summa' just seems like it will be rough on my neck
Got niggas actin' like bitches, I only got my emotions
Lemme spit it really quick
Never hit, only miss
A sad little nigga who only wanted friends
I used to want kids but then shit changed
Bitches actin' wishy washy
Whatcha gotta gain?
They always play games, neva take blame
Nigga when will you learn to stay in your lane?
The sun will always shine after the rain
But right now I gotta get out of this place
I gotta run out
(I feel it, I feel it)
Writer: Garvey Larrieux
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid