Lyrics to Pandemic Flow
Grrt, look
Look at the flick of the wrist (Whip)
I bet you a hundred we're flickin’ a figure
And niggas is gettin' you clipped (Bam)
You look like a navy, you niggas is lazy
I'm goin’ so crazy, I did a 180, my life is amazin'
Aside from the bullshit that I have been grated
All of my green, like I'm Kimbe and Tatum
I run the point, like LeBron at the Staples (Check)
Whenever you need me, I'm willin' and able
If it so happens that I ain't on dodge
I run the package, the flies'll come make you (Countin' money)
Shoutout to Drizzy, I hope that they free him
’Cause he was just fillin’ his bag up with pesos (Free Drizzy)
Young nigga wipin' his nose if I say so (Brr)
I just keep pilin’ my pockets with queso (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)
Just so my homie done cut to the Jacob
He better shoot it, 'cause I could've used it
I went from five dollars and clip for the music
Been waitin' on fifty, like I’m in the unit (Up)
The price for the grams is like six of them twenties
Five every hour, an easy six-hundred
My cut run it over with nothin' but blue faces
Bitch, all them screw faces leave to assumption (Bang)
My youngin be clearin' the scene when he dumpin'
Wearin' the forty, like Harrison Barnes (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)
Twenty-one shots, like it just became legal
Call it the mask, is it seein' the dog?
It's crazy 'cause all of these rap niggas fraud
Subliminal shots on your video blog
That ain't your reality, if they was to battle me
It's a fatality, finish 'em off
Virgil just sent me a package from France
Da Vinci and Dior, I'm throwin' it on
D'USSE with the ace, like I'm rollin' with Sean (Uh)
I seen like a hundred since Ricky and Fonz (Money)
VVs on my neck, Rolex on my arm
Smoke out that fifty-eight for all the palms (Ha)
Alchemist made me this beat with a bomb (Boom)
Choppers everywhere, I live in Sudan (Brr)
All this money, ain't no keepin' me calm
Turkey sandwiches with bread and a palm
2020, I can do what I want
Yeah, give me, finna give me it all, uh
Hahaha
Yeah, it's Ricky
Look
I've been runnin' this shit so long, I'ma be honest, it's not even fair
Niggas is pussy, that side over there, so why would I care if somebody got air? (Ha)
They switch on my pitch, I'm rich as a bitch
Knots in my pocket and knots on my hip (Uh-huh)
I got your bitch, she all on my dick
I told that ho' to get out of my hair (Haha)
I'm from a city, a lot of despair
And mama love, ain't have a dollar to spare
You gotta be careful, gotta keep one in the head
And don't throw a shot at the air
You can not be fearful, I had the Glock on my hip
In the spot sellin' product in there, and my eyes be tearful
Soon as I found out the news, my lil' nigga got shot in the head, ah (That's my dawg)
Might do they interviews (Uh-huh), but I ignore the questions (I do)
Never ignore the blessings (For real), you can't ignore the lessons (Not at all)
I fucked the first night, then I ignored the texts (Hahaha)
You gotta see the signs, bitch, you can't ignore the message (Talk to 'em)
I made some more investments (Uh-huh)
Before I sign them deals that come across my office desk
You know us, trust come first, on some Shenoran Spesh shit (What up, family?)
You know they can't breathe when I'm in the buildin', that boy asbestus (Uh-huh)
You know that boy the freshest (Woo)
Know how I pop out, Bugatti skeleton, I pull the watch out (Ah)
Play the field like I'm Steph Diggs on a hot route (Ah)
I'm eatin' baklava with this bitch I flew in from Moscow (Hahaha)
You niggas can have the game back, just not now (I got it from here)
Machine, bitch
I'm out of my llama, I'm out of my mind
Out of my debt and I'm out of the climb
Stack of the ladder, I'm wavin' the wine
Abra Cadabra, you rather the chatter
I gather and spin through your block
With a satter and satterin' Saturn
They call me lover and I grew the fightin'
Went up to shoot, I'm not much of a stabber
Not much of a looter, you just a grab of the rookus
To give up, you just to have one
When my niggas rig up, your niggas rag up
I dig up a hill just for niggas to drag up
You gonna need all of your niggas
You formin' a war with your niggas
Well, then, I'ma tag up
You want the smoke, niggas the backup
I'm the dope niggas don't back up
Wine teen, rusty toast, "Hi, I'm Bean, no East coast?"
Fryin' green, smooth criminal, try lean, dyin' breed
Cousins stove and I'ma try and breathe
Want the smoke and I'ma try and leave
Nigga better off tryin' Biden before they ever talk tryin' me
That effort get the letter A, you know, the ones followed by an E
I rap nice, but I can't spell, 'cause I put the K before I-N-D
Wanna get boss, nigga line me, when the chip tossed, nigga, mind me
We'll get Kriss Kross'd in the mix, wanna get lost, nigga, find me
Look at the flick of the wrist (Whip)
I bet you a hundred we're flickin’ a figure
And niggas is gettin' you clipped (Bam)
You look like a navy, you niggas is lazy
I'm goin’ so crazy, I did a 180, my life is amazin'
Aside from the bullshit that I have been grated
All of my green, like I'm Kimbe and Tatum
I run the point, like LeBron at the Staples (Check)
Whenever you need me, I'm willin' and able
If it so happens that I ain't on dodge
I run the package, the flies'll come make you (Countin' money)
Shoutout to Drizzy, I hope that they free him
’Cause he was just fillin’ his bag up with pesos (Free Drizzy)
Young nigga wipin' his nose if I say so (Brr)
I just keep pilin’ my pockets with queso (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)
Just so my homie done cut to the Jacob
He better shoot it, 'cause I could've used it
I went from five dollars and clip for the music
Been waitin' on fifty, like I’m in the unit (Up)
The price for the grams is like six of them twenties
Five every hour, an easy six-hundred
My cut run it over with nothin' but blue faces
Bitch, all them screw faces leave to assumption (Bang)
My youngin be clearin' the scene when he dumpin'
Wearin' the forty, like Harrison Barnes (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)
Twenty-one shots, like it just became legal
Call it the mask, is it seein' the dog?
It's crazy 'cause all of these rap niggas fraud
Subliminal shots on your video blog
That ain't your reality, if they was to battle me
It's a fatality, finish 'em off
Virgil just sent me a package from France
Da Vinci and Dior, I'm throwin' it on
D'USSE with the ace, like I'm rollin' with Sean (Uh)
I seen like a hundred since Ricky and Fonz (Money)
VVs on my neck, Rolex on my arm
Smoke out that fifty-eight for all the palms (Ha)
Alchemist made me this beat with a bomb (Boom)
Choppers everywhere, I live in Sudan (Brr)
All this money, ain't no keepin' me calm
Turkey sandwiches with bread and a palm
2020, I can do what I want
Yeah, give me, finna give me it all, uh
Hahaha
Yeah, it's Ricky
Look
I've been runnin' this shit so long, I'ma be honest, it's not even fair
Niggas is pussy, that side over there, so why would I care if somebody got air? (Ha)
They switch on my pitch, I'm rich as a bitch
Knots in my pocket and knots on my hip (Uh-huh)
I got your bitch, she all on my dick
I told that ho' to get out of my hair (Haha)
I'm from a city, a lot of despair
And mama love, ain't have a dollar to spare
You gotta be careful, gotta keep one in the head
And don't throw a shot at the air
You can not be fearful, I had the Glock on my hip
In the spot sellin' product in there, and my eyes be tearful
Soon as I found out the news, my lil' nigga got shot in the head, ah (That's my dawg)
Might do they interviews (Uh-huh), but I ignore the questions (I do)
Never ignore the blessings (For real), you can't ignore the lessons (Not at all)
I fucked the first night, then I ignored the texts (Hahaha)
You gotta see the signs, bitch, you can't ignore the message (Talk to 'em)
I made some more investments (Uh-huh)
Before I sign them deals that come across my office desk
You know us, trust come first, on some Shenoran Spesh shit (What up, family?)
You know they can't breathe when I'm in the buildin', that boy asbestus (Uh-huh)
You know that boy the freshest (Woo)
Know how I pop out, Bugatti skeleton, I pull the watch out (Ah)
Play the field like I'm Steph Diggs on a hot route (Ah)
I'm eatin' baklava with this bitch I flew in from Moscow (Hahaha)
You niggas can have the game back, just not now (I got it from here)
Machine, bitch
I'm out of my llama, I'm out of my mind
Out of my debt and I'm out of the climb
Stack of the ladder, I'm wavin' the wine
Abra Cadabra, you rather the chatter
I gather and spin through your block
With a satter and satterin' Saturn
They call me lover and I grew the fightin'
Went up to shoot, I'm not much of a stabber
Not much of a looter, you just a grab of the rookus
To give up, you just to have one
When my niggas rig up, your niggas rag up
I dig up a hill just for niggas to drag up
You gonna need all of your niggas
You formin' a war with your niggas
Well, then, I'ma tag up
You want the smoke, niggas the backup
I'm the dope niggas don't back up
Wine teen, rusty toast, "Hi, I'm Bean, no East coast?"
Fryin' green, smooth criminal, try lean, dyin' breed
Cousins stove and I'ma try and breathe
Want the smoke and I'ma try and leave
Nigga better off tryin' Biden before they ever talk tryin' me
That effort get the letter A, you know, the ones followed by an E
I rap nice, but I can't spell, 'cause I put the K before I-N-D
Wanna get boss, nigga line me, when the chip tossed, nigga, mind me
We'll get Kriss Kross'd in the mix, wanna get lost, nigga, find me
