Luh Tyler Flow

They ain't throw your boy no bands, I had to run my own up, I had to run my own
They ain't throw your boy no bands, I had to run my own up
They been tapping all the phones, I won't even pick the phone up
Walk inside the building, smelling like a pound of strong stuff
They ain't throw your boy no bands, I had to run my own up,
Show you how to get them bands, that's if you trying to learn some Posting on the block with sticks, I'm trying to go an burn some
Don't need you trapping' with me, bitch, I get off all my own stuff
Every nigga gotta blick around me, bitch you know it's up
Yeah my bitch the coldest and we having motion,
Put that bitch in sport, don't think these niggas finna stop me stop it
Started off with nothing but I got something for niggas rocking with me
Started off with zero to my pockets, Now my pockets different
Bitch I pull up, popping shit with all my partners, that was popping with me
In them trenches trying to fill shit up With led
You can't come around my Gang if you ain't got no gun or scared
Matter of fact, Don't come around my gang if you ain't making bread Matter of Fact, don't come around my gang cause you might end up dead
Motion Gang, if you ain't got it, you a bitch
If you ain't got no bread inside your pocket, no, you not gone hit
4 am Them junkies knocking, tryna come and get they fix
PPA go an ask Porta, we was Trapping hitting licks
Michael Buck knew we was thugging tell lil Sam get off our dick
Knew them niggas wasn't on shit, Cause they ain't hit shit when they hit
On that corner in the back, bitch, I'm Ready for the blitz
I got racks, bitch, I might pick up the Phone, like, who this is
Like, who the fuck?
They be tapping All the phones, I won't even pick the Phone up
Walk inside the building, smelling Like a pound of strong stuff
They ain't throw your boy no bands, I had to run my own up
Show you how to get them bands, Thats if you trying to learn something
Post up on the block with sticks, Trying to go and burn something
Don't need you trapping with me, Bitch, I get off all my own stuff
Every nigga got a blick around me Bitch you know is up
Yeah my bitch the coldest, and we having motion,
And we having motion
I'm sick from the shoulders , Diamonds look like bolders
Them crazy niggas bogus,
Know I keep my pipe like everywhere, like Mama told me
If you not making bands, just know Your motion fading slowly
Presidential Rolex, money keep on Floating,
Long as you keep clapping ass, Ima' Keep on throwing
Mugging like you got a problem, Bitch, what you on then
If you ain't got no bands, how you Going beef with some grown men
They be tapping all the phones, I Won't even pick the phone up
Put that soft inside the microwave And get it stoned up
If I go fed when I come back, I might Be looking toned up
Trying to see who really fuck with Me, who pick the phone up
Can't go nowhere with no blick, Cause they might get me gone, bruh
Pop a addy now I'm lit, tell them to Turn this song up
Goofy niggas know they bitches Acting like they on one
Switch him up he folded', left his Body smoking
They be tapping all the phones, I Won't even pick the phone up
Walk inside the building, smelling Like a pound of strong stuff
They ain't throw your boy no bands, I had to run my own up,
Show you how to get them bands That's if you trying to learn something
Post up on the block with sticks, I'm Trying to go and burn something
Don't need you trapping with me, Bitch, I get off all my own stuff
Every nigga got a blick around me, Bitch, you know it's up,
And my bitch the coldest
And we have motion
And we have motion