Luh Tyler Flow
(专辑: Summer's Mine - 2023)
[Babyface Ray:] It's what I
do On my Luh Tyler flow shit (Ayy, Tana, fire that shit up) Yeah Niggas, they ain't tell me nothing, had to run my own up (Niggas, they ain't tell me nothing, had to run my own up) They ain't throw your boy a
bag, I
had to run my own up (They ain't throw your boy— Ayy) They ain't throw your boy no bands, I
had to run my own up My lil' partner catching bodies, he get money, road run Talking cray until he solo, then that's when we squoze him You can't rap beef with the
Mob, we might just shoot the
shows up Wake up and grab my cup and I
ain't talking Folgers It's best you keep your guards up, I'm watching for the
vultures I'm too rich, moving militant, my niggas soldiers Take your lil' bitch, mold her, now that girl the
coldest I
meet Jimmy Iovine or LA Reid (Where they at?) You know Face, he feeds the
team, I
made realities from dreams Might be a
casualty, wrong place, wrong time Expensive wrist, but I
ain't on time I
love your bitch too, she a
whole vibe Yeah, Gucci store is downtown, invite me to events All this money I
done spent, it ain't shit, you know I'm lit, lil' bitch If you keep it P, that pussy good, you might just get a
kick She just ate me up in that Benzo, then told me to give her a
kiss (Yeah, alright) Fuck nah, all my nigga outlaws Hold the
lean with my left hand, I'm a
southpaw, I
told y'all Stylist, she might called the
IRS, she say I
spent too much (Tripping) You better stay where you at, can't get me back, you done already did too much Yeah, fuck his ho, ain't shit to us, don't live like us, my wrist is stuffed Buy some cut, then whip it up, that's how you run your digits up Yeah, watch me take the
codeine, clean Sprite, mix it up My lil' boy, he a
boss, I
should put Cristal in his sippy cup Every time I
see my woes, I
just yell out, "Get money" Yeah, running up this paper in this fashion, I
need Rick runners I
finally cracked a
smile and celebrated, this my tenth summer Yeah, yeah, made her sucked my dick, then cut her off because this bitch funny I
got three chains swinging, I'm going down the
greatest Have you ever made sixty from a
pill from a
native? Soda planned it out, then got it, I'd say I'm creative, huh? Since the
number low, I
bought me two and then I'm saving one They ain't throw your boy no bands, I
had to run my own up My lil' partner catching bodies, he get money, road run Talking cray until he solo, then that's when we squoze him You can't rap beef with the
Mob, we might just shoot the
shows up (Ayy, Tana, fire that shit up) Wake up and grab my cup and I
ain't talking Folgers It's best you keep your guards up, I'm watching for the
vultures I'm too rich, moving militant, my niggas soldiers Take your lil' bitch, mold her, now that girl the
coldest Take your lil' bitch, mold her, now that girl the
coldest Take your lil' bitch, mold her, now that girl the
coldest Fall for me, with you, forever plan AP with the
leather band Catching feelings, bae, I'm tryna catch some head and go to bed My nigga burnt out on the
Qua', I
told him I'd trade him for red Tatted my name, do what I
said like I'm Simon, yeah I
used to trap, but got it off of rhyming, damn I'm legal now, I
hit the
bank and ask for a
hundred, feel like I'm tryna scam You should tip me the
way my diamonds dance You can fuck the
gang if you want to, you know my niggas like my twins Spin, fuck it, spin again Another day, I'm sipping rent again I
could fit that shit you living in in the
shit I'm living in Who you know gon' keep it a
hundred like Benjamin? I
don't know these niggas, yeah, this man ain't really listening Ayy, get it how you live, "How you living, Face?" I'm getting it She's a
pretty bitch, but she broke, it's not giving it How you call yourself a
rapper from the
streets? I
ain't seen a
brick of dope Truth be told, these niggas, they can't see me on they tippy-toes Break a
bitch, pimp a
ho, break her without touching her Before I
was getting money clubbing, I
was thugging first Fell in love with a
cup of syrup, Draco in a
Goyard tote Took the
Glock to the
block like I'm Lil' Boat [Los and Nutty:] Name it, I
done sold it, I
done ran my own up I
be having plays lined up before the
load come I'm chilling, I
ain't roadrunning, I'm tryna make 'em come to me The
crib fully loaded, so right now, ain't having company (Ayy, Tana, fire that shit up) These niggas, they can't fuck with me, I'ma tell it how it is I'm the
type to burn it out, I'm talking never go again Hardhead, still chasing it You know that shit can't faze me Took a
loss and got it back and I
ain't do no complaining I
ain't tripping, I'll go get it, you know I'll go run my own up I'm the
type to get a
pitch and turn it to a
home run Turn that to a
whole thing Every time that phone ring Every time that door swing You can call the
918, I
got a
line on everything My bitch bought me a
wedding ring, married to the
mafia You know that I'm tied to the
mob, can do a
lot for you I
ain't got no friends, all dead faces I
spent two thousand on my jacket, Margiela and Maison I
mean Maison Margiela Is that a
brick of fentanyl or a
check that you sellin'? They say straight drop'll turn you up Told my bitch that I'm a
one-of-one Say that night shift get wicked, nothing pop out when the
sun come up [Babyface Ray:] They ain't throw your boy no bands, I
had to run my own up My lil' partner catching bodies, he get money, road run Talking cray until he solo, then that's when we squoze him You can't rap beef with the
Mob, we might just shoot the
shows up (Ayy, Tana, fire that shit up) Wake up and grab my cup and I
ain't talking Folgers It's best you keep your guards up, I'm watching for the
vultures I'm too rich, moving militant, my niggas soldiers Take your lil' bitch, mold her, now that girl the
coldest