J-Town Flow

[Chorus]
On the scene with the realest
The any beat killers
I don’t do chit chatters
Gotta work for the cheddars
Every other day I’m out
I’m from the east and it’s way down south
These boys ain’t what they talkin’ bout
You ain’t shit so shut your mouth

[Verse 1]
Ay
A brief count down
10 lil boys keep making sounds
9 of them gon’ play around
Only one that’s really bout
8 don’t mean longevity
You stuck in a loop that’s agony
Oh 7 beats you got for me?
Thats 7 hits up on repeat
Jordan 6s on my feet
Five-0 on a killing spree
4 horsemen 1 on the beat
Kill the track and make it bleed
3 AM I’m not asleep
2 PM it’s time to eat
1 time for my boys at home
I'll come back with the plaque on me

Turn around
Skrrrt bow
Ain’t no rest till hunnid thou
When I talk I do it loud
Make these bitchin shoutin’ wow ay

Yeah Pop Smoke that Dior Dior
Shawty like that Giorgio
Yeah I’ll raise my mijo mijo
While I’m drippin’ Dior Dior
[Chorus]
On the scene with the realest
The any beat killers
I don’t do chit chatters
Gotta work for the cheddars
Every other day I’m out
I’m from the east and it’s way down south
These boys ain’t what they talkin’ bout
You ain’t shit so shut your mouth

[Verse 2]
Shawty bounce that shit
How you gon’ blow but don’t take no risk
Take my place but the shoe don’t fit
Yeah I’m in control like some voodoo shit
Got a new phone like who is this
Shoot my shot yeah I don’t miss
Shoutout my boys they back home
So bright you can’t see my shadow
Im good I don’t need your ammo
Im good I don’t need your help tho
OG like a damn Nintendo
My wood like an OG Kendo
No covid, we’ll lock it down
Red and white but ain’t no clown
Cops are here go vroom vroom now
[Bridge]
Dying to live
Live on the daily
Workin so hard
To buy a Mercedes
Money come slow
Money go quick
Fuck with a bitch
Cheat on your lady
Said I’m gon’ make it
Didn’t believe me
Friend or a foe?
You look a lil shady
She call me baby like my name is Kirk
Shoutin’ “Let’s go” I feel like Dababy

[Verse 3]
Killin’ a beat, you don’t gotta pay me
Do it for fun not for the GRAMMYs
Drip so fresh, makin’ it rainy
Still drop bars when I hit 80
Nothin’ to do, we do 180s
Nothin’ to do, so bring your ladies
Homie switch and snitch on you
He a rat he’ll do 180
Behind bars you do one 80
That’s a life
May not or maybe
How’s a snake and a rat the same?
Lot of things can do you dirty
Lot of things I’ll do at 30
Lot of tings I’ll do at 30
I don’t think you understand me
Over your head like a roof oh baby yeah

[Chorus]
On the scene with the realest
The any beat killers
I don’t do chit chatters
Gotta work for the cheddars
Every other day I’m out
I’m from the east and it’s way down south
These boys ain’t what they talkin’ bout
You ain’t shit so shut your mouth