2KFlow
Tyan_Genericc
GENRE
[Intro]
Euh
Im finna blow up
Haters gon fall off
All they doubtin me, Im goin harder im finna lead
Ye they be sleepin on me, I'm goin harder im finna lead
Hot Kiddo Woah n*kkah's dope
[Verse 1]
Young man goin hard
Im finna stun em like I'm bodacious
Hop on the baddest beat i make it wild
Coz I'm the typa n*kkah man I'm a stunner
I know they gon be hating when i snap
I do not care i dont do it for them
Stealing your shawdy then i give her back
N*kkah you take her buh she wants me bad
Ha! superstardom n*kkah wanna be that
F*ck em opps y'all n*kkahs ghatta reload
Where I'm from they don't wanna see you win tho
I still do it coz i want my freedom
Im dope like top dawg n*kkah b-dawg
N*kkah ghat my swag
I know she love
And ye ghat style
Buh they don't (nop)
Euh...they don't (ye ye)
[Hook]
So cold i could fill up an arena
N*kkah throw blows buh i pull up with a chopper
Ghat alotta flows we be sippin on tequila
F*ck with my bros i'ma turn into a killer (drip!)
I'ma hit em them then compensate em
Money talkin you ain't non without it
Shawdy likey when we rollin it up
Throwing bands like we are em rich n*kkahs
[Bridge]
Had her drippin like a waterfall
Now im running for a better goal
Goin harder ain't no goin home
They gon like me when i finna blow (euh)
They gon like me when i finna blow ×2
Tyan on the track
[Verse 2]
Look
Ye back on verse 2 (huh)
N*kkah im a king when i shoot (huh)
I'ma run it up in the stu
Never gon miss coz i do wah i do (uh ye)
It is wah it is, shoot
I ain't finna be f*ckin with yu
Ain't nobody gon f*ck with my boo
She ghat lotta attitude (okay)
Look
Hop on the jet in the front
Like a pilot controlling this shii in the air
When i finna blow up and i make this shii lit
Gon be hell lotta fun and im makin em know
That i run up my digits again
B*tches be fly buh im flyer than that
Up in the sky like a run away jet
See im jus started and back with the gang (ye)
[Hook]
So cold i could fill up an arena
N*kkah throw blows buh i pull up w a chopper
Ghat alotta flows we be sippin on tequila
F*ck with my bros i'ma turn into a killer (drip
I'ma hit em them then compensate em
Money talkin you ain't non without it
Shawdy likey when we rollin it up
Throwing bands like we are em rich n*kkahs
(Ha-ha)
[Outro]
Hot Kiddo Woah N*kkahs Dope!!
Euh
Im finna blow up
Haters gon fall off
All they doubtin me, Im goin harder im finna lead
Ye they be sleepin on me, I'm goin harder im finna lead
Hot Kiddo Woah n*kkah's dope
[Verse 1]
Young man goin hard
Im finna stun em like I'm bodacious
Hop on the baddest beat i make it wild
Coz I'm the typa n*kkah man I'm a stunner
I know they gon be hating when i snap
I do not care i dont do it for them
Stealing your shawdy then i give her back
N*kkah you take her buh she wants me bad
Ha! superstardom n*kkah wanna be that
F*ck em opps y'all n*kkahs ghatta reload
Where I'm from they don't wanna see you win tho
I still do it coz i want my freedom
Im dope like top dawg n*kkah b-dawg
N*kkah ghat my swag
I know she love
And ye ghat style
Buh they don't (nop)
Euh...they don't (ye ye)
[Hook]
So cold i could fill up an arena
N*kkah throw blows buh i pull up with a chopper
Ghat alotta flows we be sippin on tequila
F*ck with my bros i'ma turn into a killer (drip!)
I'ma hit em them then compensate em
Money talkin you ain't non without it
Shawdy likey when we rollin it up
Throwing bands like we are em rich n*kkahs
[Bridge]
Had her drippin like a waterfall
Now im running for a better goal
Goin harder ain't no goin home
They gon like me when i finna blow (euh)
They gon like me when i finna blow ×2
Tyan on the track
[Verse 2]
Look
Ye back on verse 2 (huh)
N*kkah im a king when i shoot (huh)
I'ma run it up in the stu
Never gon miss coz i do wah i do (uh ye)
It is wah it is, shoot
I ain't finna be f*ckin with yu
Ain't nobody gon f*ck with my boo
She ghat lotta attitude (okay)
Look
Hop on the jet in the front
Like a pilot controlling this shii in the air
When i finna blow up and i make this shii lit
Gon be hell lotta fun and im makin em know
That i run up my digits again
B*tches be fly buh im flyer than that
Up in the sky like a run away jet
See im jus started and back with the gang (ye)
[Hook]
So cold i could fill up an arena
N*kkah throw blows buh i pull up w a chopper
Ghat alotta flows we be sippin on tequila
F*ck with my bros i'ma turn into a killer (drip
I'ma hit em them then compensate em
Money talkin you ain't non without it
Shawdy likey when we rollin it up
Throwing bands like we are em rich n*kkahs
(Ha-ha)
[Outro]
Hot Kiddo Woah N*kkahs Dope!!
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