Untitled Flow Lyrics - Bun B

You see me, you know that I'm on my Deen 

Down to get down anytime by any means 

Known to be OT, reppin on any scene 

And all about the paper, we stackin up plenty green 

From my city to your city, it's all the same 

These hoes disrespectin, they callin you out your name 

These niggaz lookin for work, there's guarantee to lock 

Put they dope up in they sock, then head out to the block 

These snitches wearin G uniforms to blend in 

Yeah we know you one of the ones Feds gon' send in 

Got caught, out of town, lookin at a dime 

So you wanna give other niggaz ya time 

And here's the new plan, they cut the dope way before you can 

By the time you get it, you like what the fuck to do man? 

You better be a certified chef 

Or your whole sellers fittin to go left to the death 

And street niggaz ain't got receipts so 

They fittin to try to sleep yo ass on the d-low 

Ridin like Deebo, comin like Carter 

You rollin like Marsellus Wallace, we roll harder 

Start a situation and we bring it to the end 

So take a memo motherfucker, send it to a friend 

Then send it to your kin or whoever care 

'Cause when we come, we takin out whoever there 

Yeah, real talk, this is real nigga attitude 

Bring it your face, give me longitude and latitude 

Better show me some gratitude 

Or I'm a show you why God himself ain't never made a badder dude 

Then the one standin in front of you 

Bitch you know what I'm a do and don't call me B, this Mr. Bun to you 

Motherfucker fix ya grammar 

The next time you call a nigga bamma, you better have a hammer 

And I ain't talkin 'bout all that nail shit 

I'm talkin 'bout they poppin off and makin you bail shit 

We ride like Amtrak cross country 

You badder bitch? Then come in front and try to chump me 

Ah shit, ding, ding goes the bell 

That's the sign that ya bitch ass is fittin to take a L 

Don't give it to ya homeboy, take it for yourself 

And after I give it to ya, you can take it and tell 

And put in on ya Facebook wall 

And let your friends see, how a trill nigga took y'all and shook y'all 

Stompin like a nigga that's ten foot tall 

But don't trip it's just a friendly game of football 

Hold up and I'm the Super Bowl quarterback 

But yo bitch ass? You ain't even much a starter jack 

Go ahead and take ya team to the showers 

When we done with the trophy bitch, you can have ours 

'Cause we packin more power 

And bound to make ya stop, drop and roll like the fuckin Twin Towers 

Hours on the clock goin by like seconds 

When you in the middle of a chin check and I wreck it 

With real live thugs at my beck and call 

They won't find no trouble disrespectin y'all 

So you bound to fall, somebody yell "timber!" 

You fuckin with the down South King, call me Simba 

And remember, who the fuck ya talkin to 

Or you'll see the pearly gates you'll be walkin through, fool 

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