Lazy Flow

[Intro]
(lonzetheking)
This my lazy flow
(lonzetheking)

[Verse 1]
Comin' off the bench like I'm Rick Fox
Get to singin' on this btich like I'm JIll Scott
I, nah, I ain't gon' do that
On these niggas' head like a durag
Went OT, unc' called me with the pills, so I flew back
Let me make it out the hood, I ain't gon' move back
You can't say you was in a shootout, 'cause you ain't shoot back
Took a nigga bitch, why I do that?
Nigga run off and I catch him
Nigga run off and I catch him and he won't get his shoes back
I just seen some opps in traffic, fuck
Ain't have my gun on me, damn, I should've called Scoot back
I already know what he gon' do, so I ain't gon' do that
Spent eight thousand on my fashion, you can't do that
Designer head to toe, even thе hat and the shoes match
I been runnin' through the sack, this a nеw batch
Ask 'em the price on the ****, they say, "You tax"
Short as hell, ain't talkin' 'bout my height, I ain't had no scale on the oot pack
Gamble with your life, you gon' shoot craps
Bet against me, you gon' lose that
They need to exterminate all these new rats
Why y'all kickin' it? You know that nigga told, why you do that?
Matter fact, why you with him? You should ask him why he do that
Matter fact, why you with him? You should ask him why he do that

[Interlude]
Niggas don't respect shit no more, game all fucked up
Everybody think that shit

[Verse 2]
Turn a penny to a dollar, I'm a hustler
Zach, he be spendin', he my number one customer
At first, she ain't want me, but the next day, I'm fuckin' her
Pussy so good, I almost fell in love with her
I don't want no baby by her, but I still nut in her
Got me singin' Mary J. Blige, what a woman's worth?
I got a lot of syrup, I ain't talkin' Mrs. Butterworth
Poured a four in a twenty-ounce Sprite, got 'em wonderin' what it's worth
You can't lowball me, I know what I'm worth
People in my DM every day askin' how much I want for a verse
Bitch, I'm GrindHard E, you can Google search
Damn, I mean search Google
Fuckin' with the dogs, I ain't got no poodles
Reminiscin' 'bout my dog, R.I.P. to Booter
Used to be a nightmare, call him Freddy Kreuger (Moment of silence)
I hang around killers, all my niggas shooters
I know a couple niggas that scam, fuckin' with computers
I know a couple bitches that's rich, but they still boosters
I got a nigga in Cali got the 'bows, he gon' send 'em to me
He gon' send 'em to me
Bitch said that the pussy good, I'm like, "Give it to me"
Bump stock on the AR, it might be a fully
Seventy-five, let off fifty-five, I still got twenty
Twenty thousand on me, I just paid a thousand for a hoodie
Got his bitch all on me, so that's probably why the nigga lookin'
White boy had some 'bows, he tried to tax, so my nigga took it
My homeboy died, mixed too many drugs, I wish he wouldn't have took 'em
My homeboy died, mixed too many drugs, I wish he wouldn't have took 'em