Aaliyah Freestyle

[Verse 1: Flow]

Flow. Ha
Bitch I'm still smo- still still still smoking
Still smo- still still still smoking
Stab the pussy up, I'm about to kill her
Ioin't drink liquor but the swisher is the killer
Baseball swag, if you slipping I'm stealing
She wanna keep moving so she gotta (?)
She rolling up the purple while I'm rolling up the silver
Smoking by the 7, blunts look pregnant
And we smoke weed from the pages out of high times
Warden getting mad cuz' she play us in the iPod
Good kush we connected, Wifi
Pot head hippie flow, Tie Dye
Captain of the team, and you hating on the sidelines
Nigga that's my watch, it's looking like my time
Eastside bitch, throwing peas and we locked fives
Word to the Philly scare, urb and a pickle jar
Swerve in the whip RRRRRRRRR
Call that the dizy car
RRRRRR VRUUMMMMM, I ain't finished yall
Always smoke supa dupa jumbo dubies
Everybody eyes' low, kung-fu movie
You smell us from a distance, We always keep a guard lit
Flame Gang music smoke more than your boyfriend
Front in front your dog and I'll lay you down in dog shit
Flow so cold, try to bite get frostbit
Swag on point, yeah I'm sharper than a shark-fin
She playing with my dick, you can call that the joystick
Higher than a plane plus my handgun jet black (Bow!)
I'll knock his brain out his mull-fucking snap-back
Stains on the rug, tried not to get the mat wet
We don't sign the thing until you show us where the check at
Now sit back and let me taste this green
And bitch send some naked pictures to my HTC
And send some pictures of your sisters 'cuz it ain't just me
A lot of pills
A lot of syrup
Girl it ain't just weed
Gotta murder this shit, like I hate this beat
Got high, got the munchies, and I ate this beat
Back seat, dark-tint, Lord you can't see me
Bitch I'm hotter than the summer time with no AC

(Hook):
I bet she already know me anyway
I got a model and her butt fake
She keep saying my blunt taste
Good (Ha Ha)
Good (Ha Ha)
Good (Ha Ha)
Good (Ha Ha)
I bet she gon' wanna fuck me everyday
Girl I promise that the sex great
You gon' need a fuck break
Ugh (Ha Ha)
Ugh (Ha Ha)
Ugh (Yeah)
Ugh (Flow)

(Verse 2):
It was me and lil 12 smoking buku L's
Run up, shotgun hold buku shells
(SShh-SShh Boom)
Fuck around kill everybody
Flame Gang, Mob Gang, Luke Illuminati
Catch you on your bike, shoot you off your Kawasaki
The Flamez here, watch the bad bitches start a riot
Teach you how grow weed like I studied botany
Kush botaness, call it pot-head science
Fresh bud, yeah nigga stay levitated
I told the doctor I ain't high, just medicated
I roll it up, light it up, and I hit that
And keep a cup full of yellow like a piss test
Shoot him with the pump now he sleeping with a shit-bag
Wouldna' did it to him if he'd shown me where the chip stash
From the dirty south, keep it dirty like a dish-rag
And I roll them fat, yours skinny like a stick-man
P-funk shit man I'm true to my flag
Your girl eat dick, yea she chew it and gag
And I go in once the dubi is passed
Rest in peace Aaliya with a beautiful ass
Blow a big ball of refer, and I blew it with Hash
I keep beating the beat up, I'm just showing my ass
No homo mutha-fucka don't confuse me with fags
Cuz' I chop your ass up and they'll find you in bags
Buggi telling me to stop but I'mma keep going
Why you think they call me Flow? Cuz' I keep flowing
The weed keep growing, smoking on that hail mary
Brakes in my blunt, but my bandana cranberry
Marching with my bloods, so you better get yo' band ready
Chopper hurt my arm, but I gotta keep my hand steady
Pockets on swole, big money keep my pants swelling
Get up off my dick cuz' you making all my fans jealous
(Oh yeah. Ha Ha. Flow Flow Flow.)
(Still smo- still still still smoking)
(Still smo- still still still smoking)
(Ha Ha Ha yeah nigga. Still smoking bitch)
(Supa dupa high. Whatchu know 'bout it?)
(Yeah, Flow. The Esho Huero ya' dig?)
(Flame Gang Music, too many names)