FLOWIN 3weeksin, KYLE (Ft. KYLE)

[Intro]
(Dee B got that heat!)

[Chorus- 3weeksin]
Rock out the Show
Smoking that gas make me slow
Keep the 40 by my low
Naked redbone on the floor
Cash her out she gon go
To get in my crib you need a code
All these leeches gotta go
I'm in LA, don't fuck with the snow
Everyday, my payday gon start to roll
She wants telling no time gotta go
Popping that addy no sleep on the road
I run up the check, I clear up the stove
I remember them days I step on the float
Back to my jeans wearing rick owens
Got a bad bitch, no time for hoes
My dog for real, he keeps going
I ain't gon chill I'm keep flown

[Verse- KYLE]
Nah, nah fuck that
Talk about faith [?]
Talk about [?] like I ain't already was that
Switching for a bitch, who thе fuck even does that
Playing with thе opps, nah, I ain't even with that
I ain't ever tripping off a gang any lick back
New best friend, girl I prolly already hit that
I probably hit it, I did
[?] in the hills is the crib
The cars are foreign as shit
The broads are foreign as shit
I really like (I probably shouldn't say it)
I really like sucking on tits
So baby, they gotta be big
I'm telling you just how it is
I made y'all that, I made y'all this
I came up and I made niggas a bitch
I could slide [?] K on the wrist
Canary yellow, gameboy made niggas pissed
I ain't gonna trip, it is what it is
I'm on a roll, I been on my shit
I get it popping, did it again
I'm on my dog, [?]