Milwaukee Flow

[Intro]
(Alright, now I know you're angry)

[Chorus]
Free bro out that bitch, he the boogieman
Bro just popped two Percocets and did a Perky dance
I got so many pounds, I'm the turkey man
They hit his ass with that Glock, he did the Jordan stance
Bro, these Purple jeans, not Jordan Craig
A nigga play with YSR, then it's off with heads
Bitch, I ain't tryna cuff you, I want tail and head
I'm a Yung Sak Runner, bitch, I'm 'bout my bread

[Verse 1]
Like he drunk Flint water, he got filled with lead
Bitch, I only sell weed, bro sellin' heads
KD did so many scams, he went to the feds
Told my nigga, "Stop drinkin' green, you gon' go to bed"
When we chillin' on the block, we got so many choppеrs
Bro, put your gun up, there go a helicoptеr
You be talkin' down to hoes, you a cock-blocker
We put a switch on that bitch, this a Glock chopper
Three lines of that Trish got my pop darker
My nigga said his opps ain't on shit, his old opps harder
I can get a nigga picked off, I'm a shot caller
I'm a whole pitbull, so I gotta dog her
Broke-ass nigga, you a cheap ass
Unc' smoked so much dope, he need rehab
I ain't even fuck that lil' bitch, she got teabagged
I know a fiend from the South look like Steve Nash

[Chorus]
Free bro out that bitch, he the boogieman
Bro just popped two Percocets and did a Perky dance
I got so many pounds, I'm the turkey man
They hit his ass with that Glock, he did the Jordan stance
Bro, these Purple jeans, not Jordan Craig
A nigga play with YSR, then it's off with heads
Bitch, I ain't tryna cuff you, I want tail and head
I'm a Yung Sak Runner, bitch, I'm 'bout my bread

[Verse 2]
I asked bro do he want a bag? He said, "Hell yeah"
He got a bag, but he always broke, I guess he sell bread
They hit his ass in his head, he got red dreads
I'm finna drive to the South and serve Ed and Edd

[Chorus]
Free bro out that bitch, he the boogieman
Bro just popped two Percocets and did a Perky dance
I got so many pounds, I'm the turkey man
They hit his ass with that Glock, he did the Jordan stance
Bro, these Purple jeans, not Jordan Craig
A nigga play with YSR, then it's off with heads
Bitch, I ain't tryna cuff you, I want tail and head
I'm a Yung Sak Runner, bitch, I'm 'bout my bread