Detention Flow

Nigga, I'm from Texas

Everything is slow-mo

Better keep my name out. You're my word to poyo

Yeah, let him see his beef got me jumping out the photo

We could see the score shit I'm trying to score for four more

Make a hater drown trying to ride a nigga wave

Yeah, bitch. I'm in the field rocking chains like a slave

Money or the chopper either wayI play with Ks

Nigga think he bought it I'ma show him that's a phase

Riding top-down Frankie Beverly and Maze

Call me Pat Riley in the game making plays

Fucking up a check I was trying to get a raise

Tell them it was up suckers better count they days

I be black tint turn it dark in the daytime

Open up the trunk let the ceiling on it lay down

Hit the boulevard Let the slippers know it's play time

Way, I'm having shit bet the niggas wish they stay down

Mr. Pete's the pup the hardest pit in the litter

Iron in my left with intend to deliver

Heavy weight, a nigga call me top down in the winter

24 inches spokes poke out the fender

A line in my cup, OG up in the Swisha

And I don't squash nothing if I owe you I'ma get you

Dome shot closed casket They gotta use your picture

Type of nigga make you highlight everybody sprinter

Hoes choose in a trans if she watching, I'm a hitter

Paid tipper ran through her and the potnas that with her

Let the window down

Turn your corner in the thriller raised on the boulevard home

Of the sippers

At the circle dry chop rocks like clippers

Summertime but the trap spot slow like December

I been up in these streets

Been thuggin, no beginner

Syrup Sipper like HAWK cant eat up off my dinner

Nigga we got a problem any type of shit like this

I got it

This that flow I used to pop it at Dile and beating on the locker

That pull up the Carols on Saturday don't go inside

I just came to see what Tony ass is driving

It's that draped and drip keep something in the clip

Don't trip I'm gonna catch him if he's slip

I'm talking about swang and I swang to the left by the stove

Cocaine on the shelf with that bang on my belt

Like Man, Hold up

Jack you know his hood throw the 4 up

H-town nigga this that flow that made them know us

Man, he in this hoe make you wanna pull 4 up, for real

Ask about Jake nigga, remember I rap till i get sent to the detention

Till nigga break his pencil

And nigga after that they'll beat box in that hoe, damn

I wish I had Reebok on this hoe

When I smile in the dark, it's like somebody lit some candlestick

Chance to make champions, raise account balances

It's taking care of families. Have your way when you having shit

Bad bitch suck the dick outside on the balcony

Clapping on her ass and shit now she's looking back at it

Talking about is yours all kind of other nasty shit

Think she's gonna ride hold a dine but there's some magic tragic

Blankets in them dirty clothes make the palace rich

Same leather in the car They made Jesus sandals with

Brother find your long-lost cousins and all your family

Make it money easy The hard part is how you manage it

Selling Ps surrounded by tree like it's a camera trip

Whole brick, man

Wait a minute

Let me jump in fast money ripping jailhouse like an inmate

Running through the field like my name Kunta Kinte

A nigga come from nothing now its foregins when I switch lanes

I've been killing beats since junior high lunch table

The plug gave me juice like some damn jumper cable

Smoking on exotic mixing all type of flavor

Candy red paint dripping sticky on the pavement

Good in the hood like rice and gravy from the Chang

Swinging down the K got the bopper saying man

A nigga drop the top every time the foes dance

Heart of a hustle. I'm the motherfucking man

Quarter pound the dope

I don't even need soap I'll be praying for smoker

Trying to get them bitches hope

Give wake up when they woke have them starring at the floor

Nigga died on the 12th killer was dead before the first

My neighborhood violent them young niggas wilding

Can't even drive so they sliding on the trolley

Money don't make you solid bullet holes in my body

I don't promote violence try to shoot me. So I shot him

I promise. I think I got problem

I don't trust a soul

I think everybody plotting

Talk to God like we potnas

Shit get hard

I know he got me

Keep the rod in my pocket

Going hard the only option

This that block shit

Thug life Pac shit shooter get shot

Seen niggas get box for trying to box shit

Pain killers new cocaine have a rock dealers rocking it

Product of my environment shot up and I done shoot some shit

Dope the pot, dope on the clock

I'm dope and you not

Shout out a dope fiend

He broke in the spot

Post by smokes with the opps you a cop

Every real nigga fell in love with thot

Man, hold up, two fingers twisted when I throw the 4 up

Straight drop I ain't never sold no blow up

Bad dope will make the dope fiends throw up

Niggas, no, I got the base boom plus my trunk knocking

Paparazzi niggas ain't gangsta they be paparazzi

Yes you got them tight Amiri jeans

I made your bitch drop soda can the way I pop it

They know I'd be shit talking

I cleaned in the bitch. I told your bitch to take a pic for me

Everything on me flooded your BM trying to link up

Swerving lane-to-lane, I spilled my juice. I need a new cup

It's a freestyle. I'm off the head like a fresh cut

This that shit that make them folks go crazy like a lace blunt

I knew that boy was pussy ain't got it Say it I just know you one

H-Town nigga i drop the top just to show him something

Break them boys off my chain frosty this the coldest one

This that Florida water, slow it down, bitch, cause we in Houston

This that pull up and pop off, see what them gangsta niggas doin'

Mama, don't tell me be safe, I'm out here postin' with who shootin'

If you reppin', I'm steppin', I'm recruitin', bitch, let's do it

Hood baby, out that muddy so I'm straight from the dirty

Straight from the crest, I'm on the lane, I'm fuckin' with 30

They wonder where I been, I'm in my bag

Bitch, I been workin', fittin' out like dope

When they release that song, it sound like I'm servin'

Makin' them nervous

I was that bad bitch, actin' out, rappin' in that sac room

Tryna smoke me and my partner out, he done ran right in the bad news

I'm a hustler, findin' diamonds in that trash like I'm a raccoon

You aint from round here lil bro, that's why I taxed you