The Game - Drake Flows lyrics
[The Game - Drake Flows lyrics]
Who with it
The gun spitter, young home run hitter
Moët sipper
Hit you with the flow like Biggie
King of this rap shit out
The park like Griffy
I make my guns out at the park, come get me
The Desert Eagles make a
Nigga move like Missy
I'm always in the Bentley how the
Fuck could you miss me
I'm always on the charts I know
Why you niggas diss me
'Cause Black Wall Street getting
Deeper than the '60s
Them boys in the hood lay you down like Ricky
So run, catch them hollow tips like a frisbee
I pitch cocaine like Frank Lucas
Niggas talk that American Gangster shit
But can't do it
I put these whack rap-niggas in
A scope and bloaw
'Cause I promise the homie Kim I
Will hold his brother down
I'm more focussed now
I'm like the golden child
Put both of your hands out and
Let you hold my style
Motherfuckers
The gun spitter, young home run hitter
Moët sipper
Hit you with the flow like Biggie
King of this rap shit out
The park like Griffy
I make my guns out at the park, come get me
The Desert Eagles make a
Nigga move like Missy
I'm always in the Bentley how the
Fuck could you miss me
I'm always on the charts I know
Why you niggas diss me
'Cause Black Wall Street getting
Deeper than the '60s
Them boys in the hood lay you down like Ricky
So run, catch them hollow tips like a frisbee
I pitch cocaine like Frank Lucas
Niggas talk that American Gangster shit
But can't do it
I put these whack rap-niggas in
A scope and bloaw
'Cause I promise the homie Kim I
Will hold his brother down
I'm more focussed now
I'm like the golden child
Put both of your hands out and
Let you hold my style
Motherfuckers