e street flow

ugh

yeah

it's bout that time mane

well ugh

i got money in my eyes

no surprise

how i'm ridin'

rappin' all the time i'm just waitin' on my signin'

rappers on their heels

i was trappin' while reclinin'

wonderin' what took that boy wale so long to find her

mindin' my business

but all the haters in it

that's why when i'm preformin' they never want me to finish

and i'm just warmin' up

the liquor keep me replenished

my swag so different

north east significance

rappin' got me gettin' it

chillin' on my gilligan

island got my wildin'

and stylin'

and poppin' ritalin

geekin' just to spit again

studio gigglin'

laughin' at my past

and then askin' to call my bitch again

tell her to come over in that rover and let me hit again

watch her legs open

that ocean where i be swimmin' in

hopin' that the coast ain't clear

so i can open it

and let the whole city

and maryland virgina listen in

tell e street don't worry we gotta 'em

nigga jump out lemme know if there's a problem

high tail prada

pop my collar

son y'all nigga's

pickin' up trel on the way down bottom

to the chronic

l.v. jeans so my posites copper

doin' pretty good for a nigga quit college

huh

i'm just countin' my cottage

roc nation

y'all know mr. carter

stop hatin dc

know i got ya

moco too

no

a nigga ain't forgot ya

switchin' up lanes

all black thang

fried than a mug with some porno dame

i don't sell drugs

but my boy got cane

niggas cookin' up pies like digiorno

mane

huh

i'm a keep a nigga off the street

so please stand for the whole north east

moco bang

lil g-r-e

fat trel'd up

a-l-e

biotchh

ride through my city with a bad ass bitch

bad ass 40 with a 30 round clip

put it on my hip let a nigga bullshit

and i react like gucci and then i dip

say you gettin' tips

bitch i sold like six

and i sold more hoes than you sold bricks

can't see the

and i drink more o cups

take more pictures

white and yellow diamonds she know that's my shit

phat ass and tits

you know that's my bitch

sixteen 'hunnid block

so you know i copped a 'hunnid block of that shit

like fuck school

rather fuck hoes

count my bread

smoke more dro

pop more

go to go-go's

and stunt on bitch nigga's and bad ass hoes

on the highway doin' one-six-o

laughin' at the bread fallin' out my window

uh

fat trel smoke and my weed ain't grained

for yo info

purp in my cup make me fuck slow

but when i blend up than the bitch won't know

and ugh

that's when down south she go

blowin' kid dick like a saxophone

lul money

can't leave them stacks alone

nigga's to scared to react with the zone

fucked ya baby mova

told her go on home

now i heard the bitch love me and she playin' on my phone

like bitch

so what"