Flat Shoals Rd.

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Sweetapple Wes

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Flat shoals where we makin' bank roll
Puffin dank slow, rap and move yayo
Motherfuck the 5-0, Serve 'em up a die slow
Homie drive slow, If you passin' flat shoals
This one's on me
Bag it up
Want shit for free
Hoe back it up
Wanna' ride with the team
Cuz we bad as f*ck
45 on me
If you actin' up
She got that ass
Told her back it up
Done that math and it's addin' up
Don't want no smoke
Can't grav it up
If you talkin' that shit
Boy back it up, hoe
Yo, finna' lay this verse down
Only child, been cursed since my birth now
Know the style well-rehearsed now
Cuz I flew with them birds, dispersed how? See
I always been-in-gettin-that weight up mode
I'm a thread, ya the game been sewed
Call the doctor, it's the next episode
Wes got it throwed, headed to the throne, ay yo
Nothin' he ain't did before
Slice ya open like cantaloupe man
Know you jelly, but this my jam
Put resepek on my name like I'm birdman, fun plan
It's still Wes, spittin' venom, I'm chillin' with villains
Pennin' the best, 'till my pen brings me checks
Close minds, don't mean to alert you
Don't believe me?
Let me spit my holy water to convert you
Still can't hear me? Grab ya bluetooth
Meant for the top like a birds view
Fuckin' bitches to sleep, what's a curfew
Deliver dope rhymes tryna' serve you, yuh
Never rode in impalas
But we still shot calla's
Been steady chasing them dollas bro
Game done made me go loco
Oh no
Flat shoals where we makin' bank roll
Puffin dank slow, rap and move yayo
Motherfuck the 5-0, Serve 'em up a die slow
Homie drive slow, If you passin' flat shoals
This one's on me
Bag it up
Want shit for free
Hoe back it up
Wanna' ride with the team
Cuz we bad as f*ck
45 on me
If you actin' up
She got that ass
Told her Back it up
Done that math and it's addin' up
Don't want no smoke
Can't grav it up
If you talking that shit
Boy back it up, hoe
Ain't got a lot of time, so I'm writin' hella rhymes
Instead of sellin' nick and dimes
Only fuckin' fine dimes
While we drankin' red wine
Aint ballin', but we well rounded
Lookin' for myself? Well i found it
Like trees , we well grounded
Aint no mo' frownin' or clownin' around
But while I was drownin' I found
The most profoundest thoughts I ever knew
Hey you, bitch gimme the loot
stuck up, always been pushin' my luck
Fucked up, quarter key of toot what i tote man
Bakin' soda plan my road to riches man
F*ck boys ? well we ain't fuckin witchu
Lame bitches i ain't givin' nothin' to you
I got more girls lined up then drive thrus at starbucks, 'sho 'nuff
I ain't givin no fucks, showin' no love
Grindin' these trucks, yall aint sellin' no drugs
Ain't seen you in the club
Sellin' these zips while you flippin' them dubs
Now you actin' tough? Shit
Why ya gotta f*ck up yo instinct
All that yellin', man yo breath stink
I got x like tic tac toe
F*ck boys be shakin' while we blow kush fragrance
Homie I'm made for this, sell major weight for this
Could've got caught, but I always got away with it
Even cock back shoot a mother fucker, spray for this
For them nights almost died, somebody pray for this
Writin' these felons, im sellin' rebellin
And yellin no tellin', neva sellin' my soul
Provoking these tokens I cash out to smokin
Now yo bitch is chokin', I got that woah

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