Sick Flow

(Are you in the mafia?)

(Lil cough, ain't shit)

Yea, yea, I ain't wrote shit in so long, bitch I'm a punch in monster

12 done found a shirt then took a pic, they think we mobsters

Fuck it though, they ain't stoppin' shit it's only gon' get larger

We can hit infinity and beyond, we still gon' take it farther

I handle business every day, so every day I'm gettin' throwed

Kick my feet up, make a song I do this shit inside my home

I'm still soundin' sick, but it's ight, I'm still stuck in that mode

Let me go ahead, clear my throat I might just call this"Sick Flow"

It's startin' to get warmer outside, I'm bouta drop that hot shit

This money on my fuckin' mind, I wanna go and pop shit

Why you buy a fit to take it back after you cop a pic?

Anyways, I'm stayin' on my grind I don't want no thot bitch

I'm like the Batman in the booth, I'm posted in the fuckin' dark

I don't even wanna fuck no more, this lil hoe don't know how to arch

Never worried about that side, cause all they do is fuckin' bark

Try to pull up wrong, I promise you they'll put your whip in park

It's only 30 bars right now, I ain't talkin' bout no Perc

Close the window, city can't be quiet gotta put in work

I be super fried, can't speak a word just like my name was Ferb

I'm on a new level with this shit, I feel like A$AP Ferg

I told Krypto"Chill out while I make a song", he's super trained

She said she don't like how I be smokin, said it numb my brain

Ask around who Jv is, I bet your bitch gon' know my name

I got me some foreign hoes, I love the way they say my name

Swervin' this bitch down the road, I'm pushin' that big body Chevy

Said we was gon' eat, I lift my plate now that shit gettin' heavy

I'll be high as fuck tomorrow and today, can't do no stressin

Take the time to listen to what I say, you might just learn a lesson ha