TITE - Whoa Flow lyrics

rate me

[Tite]

Trunk crack feel foul, now where that boy Dez

I done hit the Ike, and scooped up that boy Redd

Flossing through the city, on the grind getting gritty

I let the top back, and left them bops looking shitty

I'm riding looking pretty, like a yellow bone bitch

I done swung lanes, almost hit the damn bitch

I saw that boy Dez, at the sto with a fo'

Maul in the seat, blowing on the optimoe

It's that boy Tite, on the mic going hard

I got a three hundred pound, big body guard

And boys Bog Rob, hold it down everytime

Since the 9-9, it's been my time to shine

Baguettes around my neck, with Maurquice's on my pinky

A stunner riding Hummer, and them hoes on my slinky

I'ma wave trunk, neon read Mr. Tite

Yellow bones naked, on my screen every night

Via satellite, mayn I gotta stay thoed

Sweets got me blowed, off my head story told

Now I can pimp the pen, or I can wreck the damn flow

I let my trunk drag, while the insides glow

I'm a young pro, and them hoes love to bop

I'm riding on chops, talking bout mind on blocks

I went down to Asia, fucking hoes in Jamaica

If you holding plex, I'ma let you meet your maker

I done turned heads, when I grab my remote

Clarion crunk, and my trunk getting broke

Slab looking better, than a yellow what hoe

When I swang lanes, everybody yell whoa

There that boy go, catch the gleam from my ring

And fuck what you heard, we the Freestyle Kingz

[talking]

Yeah, don't let it fool you

We the real deal, you listening to Tite

The D3 Nutt, back to the hood you heard