Flee Lord Supply & Demand Lyrics

[Intro]
Uh huh, uh huh
Brr, brr, brr, brr, yeah
Brr, Hm, Ow!
[Oh Lord?]

[Verse 1]
Guitars is wicked, I massage the biscuit
So many people want my vibes, I should charge for visits
Long arms like AD, range like Durant
In the game like a champ, gettin' paid while I vamp
When Bless let the drums in, that machine gun blast
The windows 'bout to crack and y'all gon' clean up glass
It's stacks in my safe, and the straps on my waist
I told them I was hungry and they laughed in my face
While you was on the channel surfin', I was hammer burstin'
Raw move fast like the jaw on a Spanish person
Off-white face mask, walk like "Take cash"
Your lady got the mothеr, so a small like [?]
My H go for 90, my state code is grimеy
See me eatin' so these pussies wanna Draco and line me
Black ice in my veins (Veins), and I'm nice with the aim (Yah)
He got broke 'cause he went and spent his life on a chain

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
I'm paid out the ass, the gauge out the stash
No more countin' money, we just weigh it out the bags
Roll a backy full of pressure, still I accurately'll measure
Strictly G's to the M's, Lord, that's the only letters
Mask on metal out, now we finna eat
Quick blast then we petal out, blowin' skinny Pete My face on the screen sent chills up my spine
I replaced all my dreams with these deals I'mma sign
Hardest worker ever and the smartest with the cheddar
I split it with my Lordies 'cause we started this together
I don't want no smoke homie, I just wanna rhyme
Doin' shows across the globe, droppin' projects all the time
Level up the ladder, yellow cups fill my bladder
Sellin' puff til my pockets all stuffed with this cabbage
I got fans out in Shanghai that let that thang fly
Some G's out Belize bakin' lemon meringue pie

[Verse 3]
Each verse cost a plate, we skrt across the state
Never know we beefin' til I burst off the 8
Stages I be ownin', big braids like I'm Samoan
I'm wavin' and I'm flowin' cuz it's payin' at the moment
But lovey, my whip got a 30 day visa
Its' foreign like my niggas that be servin' great pizza
My steppers cost a half pound, weapons in the background
Walked in on that bullshit, I'm bustin' with that MAC round
Long winded smokin', I be speakin' strong sentence
You softer than a big ass that keep a dong in it
(Yeah I had to sing that part for you bitch ass niggas)
I said you softer than a big ass that keep a dong in it

[Outro]