8 Gates Flow
[Verse]
Young goat
This game what I'm boutta fucking run though
Too wavy I don't own one boat
When I get it promise all these n***a donezo
Got a thottie I'mma hit it like a drum roll
Gun throat neck flow cut their necks
They better cut my check
I'm too cold, respect
I do own the west
I'm too froze
But next to new gold
Patek, I do nose congest, yeah
They sick now
I spit wild
My spit knock down a brick house
You spit mild
A sick child with a big mouth
Your bitch wild
She came through got dicked down
I just smiled I'm like
I'm gonna wipe their mind with bright devices
Why would you try my likeness?
Nice with the mind like a grad from Boston
Sickest n***a in the game, Magic Johnson, like, uh
I gotta stay with the tribe
They gotta stay with the Nine
Bitches been pregnant a lot
My shit, they banging a lot
I'm like a bagel on top
Bitch, I was made for the sauce
Never complacent I'm not
Focused on making the guap
Too cold, that's two winters
If I feature on a song that's two dinners
So ill, so rude, so punitive
Tell them n***as they ain't ready for my newest shit, nah, ay
Bitch, I'm dumb and it fact
I turn tables cause I'm running it back
If I see red then I'm gonna attack
Bitch, I pull strings but don't want 'em attached, nah, ay
I don't want 'em attached
And I got a lot in my mind and I really wanna relax
I heard 'em talking that shit but it really wasn't that fast, yuh, ay
It could never distract from this
Young goat
This game what I'm boutta fucking run though
Too wavy I don't own one boat
When I get it promise all these n***a donezo
Got a thottie I'mma hit it like a drum roll
Gun throat neck flow cut their necks
They better cut my check
I'm too cold, respect
I do own the west
I'm too froze
But next to new gold
Patek, I do nose congest, yeah
They sick now
I spit wild
My spit knock down a brick house
You spit mild
A sick child with a big mouth
Your bitch wild
She came through got dicked down
I just smiled I'm like
I'm gonna wipe their mind with bright devices
Why would you try my likeness?
Nice with the mind like a grad from Boston
Sickest n***a in the game, Magic Johnson, like, uh
I gotta stay with the tribe
They gotta stay with the Nine
Bitches been pregnant a lot
My shit, they banging a lot
I'm like a bagel on top
Bitch, I was made for the sauce
Never complacent I'm not
Focused on making the guap
Too cold, that's two winters
If I feature on a song that's two dinners
So ill, so rude, so punitive
Tell them n***as they ain't ready for my newest shit, nah, ay
Bitch, I'm dumb and it fact
I turn tables cause I'm running it back
If I see red then I'm gonna attack
Bitch, I pull strings but don't want 'em attached, nah, ay
I don't want 'em attached
And I got a lot in my mind and I really wanna relax
I heard 'em talking that shit but it really wasn't that fast, yuh, ay
It could never distract from this