Testi:
Main Flow Gun Smoke

[Main Flow] Yo, trippin on smoke, get caught slippin we won't Shoot a hole through your ship or your boat for stickin my quote Gattin 'em dead head on

Street ATL to Dallas ya heard me? check it out Porsche spots drop Gun in the stash box Get ya bitch ass shot stuntin around here (here) Flow so hot They

the proto subspace Nobody could hold me back, my flow bloviates into a spiritual shape And co-create rap, cold callous chronic chemical imbalance Smokin

A couple scums in the street We don't care what you bustas think It might sink in sometime But I won't blink We go against everything Smoke all the green Got the flow

Range How do you die, once I swing the iron at ya'll My riders'll swarm, Don be the eye of the storm 'Cause when it's my flow ya heart froze poppo Expose

'll get thumbtacked and sent where Big Pun at Smoke so much the doc asked where my lung at I took it out to stash my gun, son run that Pop mega shit,

set flames to it, drain fluids Stop your flow, autograph my name to it Skate through the city, blow smoke out the sunroof ?Command? respect from crabs with minimum gun

niggas to hold your sons this the rap Moses, scratch that, Mary and Joseph?s son high as fuck with a cold flow and a loaded gun never say I?m better than

cause I'm a stand up ni**a Check! I be on the block with it Tray pound blocking it Better shoot all in the ni**a face like - swish! Got ya main b***h