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Concrete Flow (Tcfwtk) Video (MV)




Performed By: Scritchmatic
Language: English
Length: 2:34
Written by: Richmond Morris




Scritchmatic - Concrete Flow (Tcfwtk) Lyrics




Check me out and check ya attitude
I elevate my latitude if I'm end up mad atchu
Throw some jabs atchu
Via microphone
I told you nigga leave my type alone
I'll Spazz, you'll turn to grass
And now I'm mowin up yo ass
Daffenbaugh, yo shit trash
Back pocket, we on yo ass
I bought ya chick and her homegirls, and left em on my tab
I got the vape wit the dab
I can lace you wit this rap
Like it's Christmas Eve
Mobbin like the Genovese
The same niggas been wimme
Sometimes iont got no heart, she still wish it was ten of me
I call her Dorothy
Yo time short b
I'm here forever
I'm infinite wit these words and letters
Cause u can't... f*ck wit I
You was the guy til i arrived
Wave bye bye
Call ya mama
I'll take it from here, im makin it clear
Like I'm employed by Patron
Yea ya boys in a zone
And you can tell by tone
That i feel I'm the best and no I'm not alone
I gotta squad right behind me like the old VeriZONE
And they call me goat...
but i act like i don't know
Im obviously winnin
The shawtys is grinnin
I'm hardly pretendin
The bars is different
Sit down spark a blunt and take a long enough listen
Shit you can you ride to, see my music is driven
Got the album on the way i think im callin it Richmond, be on the look out like a Window seat
Super scritch fly High I'm where the hero's be
Except my cape is a blunt
I make hits for fun
And I'm goin on a run
And no you can't stop me
My style on another pace and no you can't copy
The jealous ones envy and boy they so sloppy
My flo slow sick man, it's like I'm always moppin
S/O RichyRated dawg that niggas always droppin
Shout out to all my homegirls who always stay coppin
I like to do me i like to smoke while I'm drive
And i ain't takin no more L'z unless Lawrence need a ride
I put all my faith in God
So I'm always relaxed
I'm gettin paper thru the phone, these is nothin but facts.
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Check me out and check ya attitude
I elevate my latitude if I'm end up mad atchu
Throw some jabs atchu
Via microphone
I told you nigga leave my type alone
I'll Spazz, you'll turn to grass
And now I'm mowin up yo ass
Daffenbaugh, yo shit trash
Back pocket, we on yo ass
I bought ya chick and her homegirls, and left em on my tab
I got the vape wit the dab
I can lace you wit this rap
Like it's Christmas Eve
Mobbin like the Genovese
The same niggas been wimme
Sometimes iont got no heart, she still wish it was ten of me
I call her Dorothy
Yo time short b
I'm here forever
I'm infinite wit these words and letters
Cause u can't... f*ck wit I
You was the guy til i arrived
Wave bye bye
Call ya mama
I'll take it from here, im makin it clear
Like I'm employed by Patron
Yea ya boys in a zone
And you can tell by tone
That i feel I'm the best and no I'm not alone
I gotta squad right behind me like the old VeriZONE
And they call me goat...
but i act like i don't know
Im obviously winnin
The shawtys is grinnin
I'm hardly pretendin
The bars is different
Sit down spark a blunt and take a long enough listen
Shit you can you ride to, see my music is driven
Got the album on the way i think im callin it Richmond, be on the look out like a Window seat
Super scritch fly High I'm where the hero's be
Except my cape is a blunt
I make hits for fun
And I'm goin on a run
And no you can't stop me
My style on another pace and no you can't copy
The jealous ones envy and boy they so sloppy
My flo slow sick man, it's like I'm always moppin
S/O RichyRated dawg that niggas always droppin
Shout out to all my homegirls who always stay coppin
I like to do me i like to smoke while I'm drive
And i ain't takin no more L'z unless Lawrence need a ride
I put all my faith in God
So I'm always relaxed
I'm gettin paper thru the phone, these is nothin but facts.
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Writer: Richmond Morris
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