Declaration Flow (feat. GTH Straap & HERC GTH)

I put you **** on and I still see the hate, swear to god we can't relate, no facts these

**** all just fake, I'm posted on the corner, smokin' on some marijuana, Pac flew in from

California, smokin' cruisin' through Ladonia, Cooley had a pound on him, country creepin

I'm no stoner, 40 on me, I'm no loner, bad bitches kill my boner flow, colder than an

Arctic breeze, check my steez I'm drippin' through, flyer than a plane, jump out and land

With no parachute, I be speakin' real, it seem y'all really can't stand the truth, I'ma do what

Bosses do, just stack my bread and floss on you, my dental work, it cost a few, I catch the work

I'm mossin' you, if you a thot, we tossin' you, I front that work, I'm clockin' you, show you

What this Glocka do, Cinco ain't no stoppin' you

Shots, text you five words, shit get hot, **** say, got shot, boy, you a lie, your own ****

Said you was a pussy, then you know that, yeah, **** ain't lyin, when I catch, I'ma put this on

TV, threw the shots at his lips like a frisbee, hit a ****, got rid of the fuckin' Glocky, smokin

His ass, got me hidin' the bitch, said, many guys follow that shit, hop on the beat like a

Pogo stick, feel that car like I be talkin' my shit, all I know is gangster, nah, if you ain't

Real, I can't hang, it's that boy bought a new chain, and I'm still the same thing, G-GTA's

The same gang, uh, you already know what I claim, uh, we shootin' shit, but don't sang, uh, got that

Money, don't bang, might put some prices on your head, uh, when a **** end up dead, and ain't shit

Gettin' said, only bitch already gettin' red, in the clump full of lead, yeah, you ODin' on bullets

And a **** gon' shoot if I pull it, and yes, sir, I'm with that, action pistol packin, get to

Jackin' if you lackin, GTH, yeah, we stackin