Young Forever Beats - Flow lyrics

[LIL' MOLLY] [Chorus:] Yo, my flow So s**y that's how it goes Yeah motha f**a im straight from the grove Blunt in the right; in the left, it's petrone "sick of these hoes" are u really tho? Cuz u be on the phone with like 3 in a row Sippin codeine cuz it's making things slow Trippin and dripping and losin control, yo [Verse 1:] I go to my friends house to smoke up a bowl Cruise on the highway, but we hit a toll Lady asks me why my eyes look so funny i said "b**h, stfu and just take my money!" I throw her the change, b**h started giving me looks And i stepped on the gas all the way Huffin and puffin this blunt motha f**a im f**ing insane I pull up to the trap house, walk in and take my socks off Got a fine b**h with her top off winkin at me Trynna see if she can hop on Everything was nice smooth until the b**h bent down and Showed a strap on I said hell f**in no, i thumped her in the head and ran back to my grandma [Chorus:] Yo, my flow So s**y that's how it goes Yeah motha f**a im straight from the grove Blunt in the right; in the left, it's petrone "sick of these hoes" are u really tho? Cuz u be on the phone with like 3 in a row Sippin codeine cuz it's making things slow Trippin and dripping and losin control [TOSTY] Uh, tosty [Verse 1:] Yo my flo Smokin' this loud to the dome Hop on the e-way, whippin it back home Takin the molly I'm rollin my chrome Stay spittin bars when I'm still in the zone I'm good at this sh** but I still stay unknown Funny how yo b**h rock my cologne Think that I'm frontin', I'm still hella stoned (music break) (tosty) I'm just a kid with a really big dream Done with the bullsh**, f** all the fiends Curbstomp yo a**, bon apetite We straight from the grove, we packin' the heat When it's dark out, stay off the streets Stay at the crib, under the sheets Boolin' all day that I can even see Smokin' so much that I can't even breathe I f**s with your b**h, I gave her the wink She f**s-in with me so I gave her the D She ridin' on top, she got a degree (she got a degree?) yeah, she got a degree I ain't gon' wife her, that just ain't me Spittin these bars and sippin codeine That's the real me, don't f** with a G (don't f** with a G) don't f** with a G Don't f** with a G Got 2 bad b**hes rollin' doobies They're so much smoke that you can't even see Drop the windows if you see the po-lice Ain't goin back I got sensitive knees Livin the life, I love being free Hit my line if you need some xannies I got five bad b**hes callin' me daddy One of them blow while I whip my caddie Brain was so good, her name was maddy sh** I'm tweaking her name was Sammy p**y so good it tasting like candy [Outro]; Tosty, kid with a dream, gang