S.K. - After School Flow lyrics

[Verse 1] : Young a** man with a cold a** flow Spit a fire verse, let my nuts hang low So I go hard in it like I'm tryna bust a nut Putting points up,man,I'm Kobe in the clutch Pulled up to a club, looking for a good time Met a fly young thing, man, she's way too fine Had me thinking would she take it if I gave her this wood? Bad little thing and she's up to no good But that's none of my business, like I sip sweet tea I just street sweep rappers with my deep sixteens The boy has the vision, 46 inch screen Watch a hater lose his mind as I finesse this beat Steady on the come up, pre-ejaculated fluid But they never saw it coming, I'm the best to ever do it Demeanour so humble, yet the lyrics is the rudest Cause I spit the type of flows that makes an ice cap fluid This game is a hustle, boy, you rappers still clueless I studied every GOAT, and you rappers still foolish Don't ever look at me like I might not do it If a n***a try to test me, I might just do it, but I keep a peace of mind, like diplomatic decisions The lyricism the illest, n***a, so check my condition Overdosed on prescriptions, I'm comatose when I'm lifted My Gambino so childish, man, I'm just verbally gifted Flow forever switching, man it's 300 degrees These rappers don't understand, I've got them under my feet I got it popping like a joint that's right under the knees These rappers barely scratch the surface, but I'm under the sea A couple n***as fade, they don't have what it takes Some things never stay the same, look what happened to Drake Man this sh** is forever, dawg, I don't rap and decay So if I put out a tape, hope you can handle the weight, bars