YK3 - New Flow

〈Intro〉:
Fuck
Damn

〈Verse〉:
Hit from the back, let me creep in it
Stick hit his face, now his teeth missin'
Fuck you talking, stand on mean bidness
Ian done, lemme remix it
Twin got that lean, please sip it
High off that weed, I been trippin
Few grams, nigga please ship it
Kel back, imma keep spitting

New flow, how you feel 'bout it
Chasing money, can't live without it
On a nigga ass, run his pockets
Fye on that nigga, he outta options
Nigga diss my cousin, he'en poppin'
Snuck in the trap, this gas knocking
I got some green, this cash topping
Back in the game, im steady dropping

Niggas be ass, they steady flopping
New J's, nigga need to cop it
Bad lil hoe, and that ass whopping
Gimme a beat, and imma mop it
Once i get going, it ain't no stopping
You standing on bidness, wеll bet im stomping
And once im on bidness, im millyrocking
Think i won't blow, sit back and watch mе
Me and luh roc got some big booty bitches
And we on the grind, coming straight out the trenches
And we dropping hit after hit, never missin'
And I want the smoke, like a snake, bitch I'm hissing
And I'm on yo floor, with a drac' ima clip it
And she that good, and you know that bih gripping
Front seat, srt, got that bih drifting
Hoe nigga play, arp get to ripping

〈Outro〉:
(brr)