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Pandemic Flow

by Cory Gunz

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Grrt look Look at the flick of the wrist I bet you a hundred One flick of the figure and niggas is Gettin' you clipped You look like a navy, you niggas is lazy I’m goin' so crazy, I did a one-eighty My life is amazin' Aside from the bullshit, I never been greater All about green like I’m Kimbe and Tatum I run the point like LeBron at the Staples Whenever you need me, I'm willin' and able If it so happens that I ain't on dodge I run the pack up just to Shoutout to Drizzy, I hope that they free him 'Cause he was just fillin' his Bag up with pesos Young nigga wipin' his nose if I say so I just keep pilin’ my pockets with queso Just saw my homie get clipped to the Draco He better shoot it ’cause I could've used it I went from five dollars and Clip for the music Been waitin’ on fifty, like I'm in the unit The price for the grams is Like six of them twenties Five every hour, an easy six hundred My cup runneth over with Nothin' but blue faces Bitch, all them screw faces Leave to assumption My youngin be clearin' the Scene when he dumpin’ Wearin' the forty like Harrison Barnes Twenty-one shots like it just became legal Call it the mask 'cause it send you to God It's crazy 'cause all of These rap niggas fraud Subliminal shots on your video blog That ain't your reality, if you was To battle me, it's a fatality Finish 'em off Virgil just sent me a package from France Givenchy and Dior, I'm throwin' it on D'USSE with the ace Like I'm rollin' with Sean I seen like a hundred since Ricky and Fonz VVs on my neck, Rolex on my arm Smoke out that fifty in Florida palms Alchemist made me this beat with a bomb Choppers everywhere, I live in Sudan All this money, ain't no keepin' me calm Turkey sandwiches with bri' and poupon 2020, I can do what I want Yeah, give me, finna give me it all, uh Hahaha, look yeah, it's Ricky I've been runnin' this shit so Long, I'ma be honest, it's not even fair Niggas is pussy, that side over there So why would I care if somebody got aired? They switch on my pitch, I'm rich as a bitch Knots in my pocket and knots on my hip I got your bitch, she all on my dick I told that ho to get out of my hair I'm from a city, a lot of despair And mama love, ain't have a dollar to spare You gotta be careful Gotta keep one in the head And don't throw a shot at the air You can not be fearful I had the Glock on my hip In the spot sellin' product in there And my eyes be tearful Soon as I found out the news, my Lil' nigga got shot in the head, ah Might do they interviews But I ignore the questions Never ignore the blessings You can't ignore the lessons I fucked the first night then I ignored the texts You gotta see the signs, bitch You can't ignore the message I made some more investments Before I sign them deals that Come across my office desk You know us, trust come first On some Che Noir and Spesh shit You know they can't breathe when I'm in the buildin', that boy asbestos You know that boy the freshest Know how I pop out, Bugatti skeleton I pull the watch out Play the field like I'm Steph Diggs on a hot route I'm eatin' baklava with this bitch I flew in from Moscow You niggas can have the game back Just not now machine, bitch I'm out of my llama, I'm out of my mind Out of my debt and no matter the climb Stack of the ladder, I'm wavin' the wand Abra Cadabra, you rather the chatter I gather and spin through your Block with a Saturn, it's sadder and sadder They call me lover then I grew to fightin' I went up to shoot him, not much of a stabber Not much of a looter, you just a grabber The Ruger's the giver, you just a haver When my niggas rig up, your niggas rag up I dig up a hill just for niggas to drag up You gonna need all of your niggas You formin' a war with Your niggas? Well, then, i'ma tag up You want the smoke, niggas the backup I'm the dope, niggas don't back up Wine teen, rusty toast, hind beam New East Coast Fryin' green, smooth criminal, try lean Dyin' breed Cousins stove and I'ma try and breathe Up the smoke and I'ma try and leave Nigga better off tryin' Biden before They ever talk tryin' me That effort get the letter A, you know The ones followed by an E I rap nice, but I can't spell 'cause I put the K before IN-D Wanna get boss, nigga line me When the chip tossed, nigga, mind me We'll get Kriss Kross'd in the Mix, wanna get lost, nigga, find me

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