Webbie Flow

I’m finna keep it as trill as possible on this bitch.

Yeah, the Trill Young Savage way.

LJ. Purple.

Now, baby, come give me that top just like a headset,

Top just like a set.

Shawty ate that dick so long, she got my bed wet, aw.

Hopped out the bed, couldn’t even walk, I had the dead legs.

Crib around the corner, but for Santa, I’m waiting on FedEx.

I’m waiting on this box right now,

I can’t wait till it touch down.

Get outside your body and get loud, I bet you in your mouth.

Suggest you calm your ass down.

Call the plug, we on the last pound.

I know I’m the coach, but I’ma clip you, catch you out of bounds.

Don’t call my phone about no city shit, I’m out of town.

Don’t care about that mugging when you broke, ****, you gotta frown.

I was just broke, but I ain’t tripping, bitch, I got it now.

You ain’t gotta call, if he was dissing, ****, gun him down.

****, I ain’t sending no hits, I’d rather itch.

Pull up by myself, scream “Help,” then hit his ass with switch.

I throw a dress on with a wig, I walk down like a bitch.

Bitch, it’s Big Yay, scum the shit, been fucking hoes and kick.

Bitch, I was broke, I hurt my wrist, I had to ice this bitch.

Baby, you so fine, let me bite your ear, I’m on some Tyson shit.

Selling these bows, rocking these shows, I’m starting to like this shit.

My face card clean, pull up right now and I’ll swipe this bitch.

Pants low, afro, no shirt, blowing purp,

I’m not a star, I’m just a regular old hood ****.

VIP, doing shows, fucking hoes, ****.

I used to have gold, but now I’m finna go back diamond mouth.

A half of Runtz, pack of Blacks, whole pound of Thraxx.

Presidential shit, pussy ****, I’m at Obama house.

Murder weapon, got a flat back on the nine, I ain’t lying,

That fully sticky, hold a whole motherfucking hundred.

Aye, think before you move ‘cause you don’t wanna move wrong.

Send your hitman, ****, I’ll put that tool on him.

(making sweeping sounds)

Sound like a broom, don’t it?

Bitch, I’m the larger West Hammer, come on, tell me, who want it?

Who really want this shit?

In the hood like my motor getting fixed.

I know I’m fat, but about that bread, I’ll push up on you people.

Yeah, aye, about that cheese and about that bread, bae, I buy exercise.

Tripping if it’s petty, but if it’s big, bitch, I can’t let it ride.

Like the girl that sued the lick, leave that four, but spend that sack at Fifth.

I just spent a fifth at Saks.

I can’t front you, might not get that back.

My plug keep throwing bricks, I think this **** Ken the Shaq.

Bae, you missing crepes, don’t arch my enemies the way you bend your back.

Bae, how you do that shit? I ain’t even know you knew that trick.

Pussy so damn good, I might just crash, I need to sue this bitch.

Been married to the game, gave her a ring, put on a suit and shit.

I put on the cape, fly to the trap, tryna get super rich.

Pants low, afro, no shirt, blowing purp,

I’m not a star, I’m just a regular old hood ****.

VIP, doing shows, fucking hoes, ****.

I used to have gold, but now I’m finna go back diamond mouth.

A half of Runtz, pack of Blacks, whole pound of Thraxx.

Presidential shit, pussy ****, I’m at Obama house.

Murder weapon, got a flat back on the nine, I ain’t lying,

That fully sticky, hold a whole motherfucking hundred.