CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Watch Out Flow
Yeah
Get Twisted Sundays
Look, if you roll with me still
If you roll with me you solid
Got a scholarship, went to UNT
Then I brought my whole hood to college
Look, half my partners mobbin'
But I treat 'em just like fam
Don't ever get it confused, I love God
But you could still catch these hands, look
Boppers told me I'm the man
I just chose to believe 'em
I met God, got real with Fat
Then I told the boppers I don't need 'em
Gave 'em early dismissal
Earned my stripes like officials
I don't flow, boy, I spit epistles
For all my partners packin' pistols
Eat the beat to the gristle
Spit it out, catch the next one
I use peace for direction
And got piece for protection, ouu
Haters peep the progression
They get salty like Epsom
Swear the style ambidextrous
All my dawgs fly; Jetsons
And they from the H, Astro
Got my psyche from maslow
You the type that they blast at
I'm the type that they blast fo'
'Bout to cause a fiasco
Cop some merch, help my cash flow
Trash rappers gettin' sonned
This the "hey, I'm your dad"-flow
Everything I do macro, not micro
I'm a cyclone when the mic's on
And the dice roll
They say I ate like an iPhone
I'm just tryna hit milestones
Devil call, he get dial tone
I glow like Prince Akeem and Fat my queen
She out here gettin' her Lisa McDowell on
Yeah, look, catch the wave like a shore drift
Flow on point like a swordfish
I need all trash rap to forfeit
Every beat I touch make the morgue's list
Might about to be on the Forbes list
Jeff got the flame like the torch lit
And we was raised to box like a forklift
Yeah, so watch how you handle the king
Swear to God, in my school days I wasn't too saved
Blew Jay's, no Canada team
Ouu, yeah, not the manner in which I use my country grammar
Make 'em speak in tongues like "Panda", ouu
They believe in me like Santa, ouu
Every bar I spit is manner, ouu
Got the juice like tropicana, ouu
My partners touch touch more white than vana, ouu
Hopefully, they'll meet Hosanna, ouu
Momma lowkey want a Phantom, ouu
Me and Fat the coldest tandem, ouu
Me and Reeks be hella random, ouu
They should play this like the anthem, ouu
I'm gone
Get Twisted Sundays
Look, if you roll with me still
If you roll with me you solid
Got a scholarship, went to UNT
Then I brought my whole hood to college
Look, half my partners mobbin'
But I treat 'em just like fam
Don't ever get it confused, I love God
But you could still catch these hands, look
Boppers told me I'm the man
I just chose to believe 'em
I met God, got real with Fat
Then I told the boppers I don't need 'em
Gave 'em early dismissal
Earned my stripes like officials
I don't flow, boy, I spit epistles
For all my partners packin' pistols
Eat the beat to the gristle
Spit it out, catch the next one
I use peace for direction
And got piece for protection, ouu
Haters peep the progression
They get salty like Epsom
Swear the style ambidextrous
All my dawgs fly; Jetsons
And they from the H, Astro
Got my psyche from maslow
You the type that they blast at
I'm the type that they blast fo'
'Bout to cause a fiasco
Cop some merch, help my cash flow
Trash rappers gettin' sonned
This the "hey, I'm your dad"-flow
Everything I do macro, not micro
I'm a cyclone when the mic's on
And the dice roll
They say I ate like an iPhone
I'm just tryna hit milestones
Devil call, he get dial tone
I glow like Prince Akeem and Fat my queen
She out here gettin' her Lisa McDowell on
Yeah, look, catch the wave like a shore drift
Flow on point like a swordfish
I need all trash rap to forfeit
Every beat I touch make the morgue's list
Might about to be on the Forbes list
Jeff got the flame like the torch lit
And we was raised to box like a forklift
Yeah, so watch how you handle the king
Swear to God, in my school days I wasn't too saved
Blew Jay's, no Canada team
Ouu, yeah, not the manner in which I use my country grammar
Make 'em speak in tongues like "Panda", ouu
They believe in me like Santa, ouu
Every bar I spit is manner, ouu
Got the juice like tropicana, ouu
My partners touch touch more white than vana, ouu
Hopefully, they'll meet Hosanna, ouu
Momma lowkey want a Phantom, ouu
Me and Fat the coldest tandem, ouu
Me and Reeks be hella random, ouu
They should play this like the anthem, ouu
I'm gone
