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2020 flow - teejayx6 lyrics

[intro]
let’s go!
you’re not making this easy kyle
you not making this sh*t easy, kyle
no, actually you is, you sending me all these fire ass beats, good looking my boy
you making this sh*t real easy

[verse]
n*gga, f*ck my parole officer, i’m still gettin’ high
they said i can’t do nun’, but you know a n*gga gon’ still try
and was only going to rob ’em, i’m like f*ck it, he still getting shot
bad b*tch dm’d me, i’m like: “f*ck it, is she still getting popped?”
left this sh*t, lopsided, a maybach, hot drop
if you don’t pay that, that boy gon’ say that, he always lyin’
he a star witness, got in that courtroom and testified
i looked inside my garage, like: “d*mn these cars really mine?”
the kicks i rock hard to find
shoutout out to atlantic, they gave me 10m’s the day i signed
say they in that water but to me it look like you drownin’
shot a b*tch n*gga in his face, he got a permanent smile
but now he permanently smilin’
unc’ in the spot beggin’, he gotta wait for us to make some legal money buying houses
i’m about to go and hit this n*gga b*tch in my house shoes
i popped the n*gga on six mile of livernois, they ain’t got no clue
i do what the f*ck i wanna do, i don’t got no rules
n*ggas f*cked up with no weed money, so they smoking juuls
i’m shinning, i’m blinging, like d*mn look at my jewels
she calling, it’s ringing, i’m like: “b*tch, i ain’t in the mood”
my whole life been going to jail, so i don’t like doing interviews
but i know my job rapping, so i still gotta keep it cool
she must think i’m boo boo the fool, look in the club i got my tool
red bottoms, they asked who shot ’em, don’t ask me, dude
i’m a criminal, don’t send subliminals, i can’t get rude
taking all these percocets and pourin’ up, it change my mood
just got the opp address, i made that p*ssy n*gga move
i don’t say excuse me in the club, i walk through that b*tch like: “move!”
chrome heart jeans off a chrome hearts tee
i just got a percocet script, from my auntie
knock a n*gga out with my barehands like ali
m’s in the bank, i still walk around with white tees
this lil’ b*tch got flees, used to be begging young g*eazy
this sh*t is not easy, i just make it look like it
growing up, uncle’s always in the kitchen i wanted to cook like ’em
i told the b*tch, “the baby not mine, i don’t look like him”
this rap sh*t stress me out, but sometimes it get really excitin’
just seen one of my opps at the store and we started fightin’
this girl pass a bad b*tch picture, f*ck it, i’mma mine it
spend money on designer clothes, they look sweet, but i don’t even like it
you can put your flashlight on my chain, ‘cuz it’s real diamonds
i put a flashlight on the glock and go opp*finding
i’m making all these fake pints, it’s like a n*gga blue science
if pull up on the opp block, i plan to k!ll the whole alliance

- teejayx6 lyrics

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