BLOODFLOW - Bawal Clan, MNL$, Mic Rahman

Where you wanna go muhfuckah?

Where you gonna run muhhfuckah?

Where you gonna hide muhhhfuckah?

I see you all the time muhhhhfuckah!

We on the same grind, not same vibe

You wanna see me, we can FaceTime

You rappers wanna sleep, you can lay down

Why you talking over beats like it’s 8 mile?

I can even go mumble like a brainchild

I don’t wanna cause trouble, I’m an angel

But I’m shitting on you chickens like it’s kung pao

So what you saying now?

Do you really wanna hate now?

What you really wanna say now?

You can say it to my face now

Tito Cool in the place now

Kuya Chris hit the weights now

MNL$ put your face down

I bang 63 with the Bawal

I need a 16 for the song now

Instrumental by Z playing so loud

My soul so free make the team proud

Gimme 100, 000 with a big crowd

We can keep 'em on they feet while geek out

I can sip my ice tea while the suns out

Someone bust a freestyle…

Flippin da top oh nah (ey ey)

Ain’t tryna force it I’m billin

I’m feelin da vibe oh hah (ha ha)

Imo be steppin real quick wid the fiyah

Like Diego, water on flame oh

What can I say hoe?

Willin and able

Mold it like play dough

Turnin that clay gold

I been makin money on da low

If you ain’t talkin bout no money

Bitch I gotta go (ha! hah! ha! ugh!)

You ain’t got no money, got no load

I got big fat stacks up on my clothes

I been makin money on da low

If you ain’t talkin money I gotta go

(Ha! hah! ha! ugh!)

You ain’t got no money, got no load

I got big fat stacks up on my clothes

I’m pacing, I’m pacing, I’m pacing

Running back and forth it feel like I’m racing yeah

Been patient, been patient, been patient

Time to drop all of these bombs I’ve been waiting

You try to read me can’t figure my move

I’ve been warming up now on fire in my groove

You can try ducking and ducking and ducking

But I can still see you you’re it you the goose ugh

Can’t touch me though you cannot catch me (no)

You judging me you better let me know

No grudges cause I’ve learned to let it go

No time for distractions no petty hoe (hoe, hoe)

Count that, take that, flip that, run it back, run it back

Get it, spend it, get it, make it stack, make it stack

Big.

fat.

stacks up on my clothes

Ain’t got no time to fuck around with hoes

Stay sharp on these blocks

Stay on yo toes

Aimin at the top

And on yo soul

Better not fuck wimmy elements

I’ll let it go

Sell a bit, hella lit

I let it go out at da door

Flexin I’m rockin this shit you can’t buy at da sto'

Whippin' a brick

I might make a million on da road