ChinaTown Market Flow

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Superstar Narley & MackBaybii

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Watch me, gnarly, Chinatown market flow
Came in this bitch on black time so I'm late Gun full like it already ate
Bitch call me gnarly, don't call me Nate I might slide through like I'm riding on
Skates Might turn your beat down like I already ate

Might leave you on read and say bye to your face
It's been 48, they ain't closing the case I've been out of state
I had bro switch the plates Before the challenge, niggas fill off them crates
Go in my yard and my pits get you ate Go dump his body in the Michigan lake

I'm making magic like Michigan State Smoke a banana, kush an it's cake
This shit taste the best, it ain't no debate 
Ain't hitting my wood, I blow smoke in your face
You stuck on the couch, use the disgrace I'm waking up early, might go for a race
I seen you in front, can't keep up the pace Winner's circle, no, I'm winning the race

New chain look like piss in your face Niggas calling my phone, I'm doing great
I'm just stacking my bars like a charger You wasn't with me in the field with the farmers
Start growing gas on my buffalo's taller Give me the pack and I'm taking it farther
I gave you the price, niggas making it harder 
My head in the books, bitch, I've been getting

smarter My money a book, I'm a bookworm regardless
Ain't battling niggas but I eat any artist And put on my hoodie, nigga, just like I'm artist
Chinatown, market hoodie on, man And you still shopping at Target, man
Where the f*ck they do that at? Cock that back and then shoot at the target

New Yeezy's look like butter or a margin 
They think I'm a Aladdin, I'm just fly like the carpet
Ayy, bitch, foe them, hop out two Glocks, they sparking
Like a gun range, I'm hitting the target I'm a lieutenant, they calling me sergeant
We bin da block like Wallace We gon' walk down, get them nail no polish

30 clip long as the neck of a ostrich I up this Glock, hold that bitch like a hostage
One headshot, mmm, pasta I'm a real stepper boy, you a impasta
We all in your house, me casa su casa Real mob ties, I ain't going like Hoffa
Roll up that green spinach I'm in the field throwing bullets, shit look like a scrimmage

He wanna act, he a poser I got a perfect lil' shot that'll f*ck up his image
My money old, vintage Riding presidential, lil' nigga, I feel like the senate
I promise we know where you living My niggas moving that bitch, I feel like a tenant

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