(Intro)
This is the Gaz and Effect LP
I hope you guys have been rocking with it so far
I got no bars
No flow no hoes
I’m really tryna make it to the stars
Go hard
Flow, flow, flow
(Verse 1)
Step out the whip, squish a roach in the parking lot
Vision like a witch, or a dude who likes to LARP a lot
Little bit of magic and your heart unlocks
She giving me a hard on but she's sweet, if I was diabetic heart would stop
It’s crazy how these rhymes flow through me
Shout out to my homie Pelumi you know I see you grindin’ dog
Remember rhyming long hours in the basement, with Boyd and the boys
Now they can’t avoid the noise we makin’
Writing shit with poise
They doubt my skin but listen in and then they get destroyed
There’s room at the top and I’m just tryna fill the void
I’m curiously strong, off the bong, Altoid
I’m fresh to death, bitch
Peppermint on my gravestone
Blazin’ man I stay dope, though sober as I write this
Any state of mind, of mine, I stabilize to fight with
Every verse a piece of the puzzle that is my life
Chop it up like a knife bitch
(Hook)
Flow, flow
Don’t stop and don’t slow
(Verse 2)
This is what I do on the daily
Irish on my mom’s side, call the dude Baileys
Cause I make your girl cream off the flow
Ha, get it? I’m with it
Dreamboat, that couldn’t let my dreams go
Lost in the sea like I’m Nemo
Regain control, remote
In the Home Depot
Searching through tools, till I find the right people
Higher than a steeple, looking down on sheeple
They following the flock, hoes swallowing my cock
Hottest off the top, watch me kill it on the spot, yea he got flow Every time I open up my mouth I speak the Gazpel
Situation's calm but it’s turning into hostile
Sips out the bottle that’s top shelf nowadays
Grey Goose, Ciroc, if they got it maybe D’usse
VA, only place I’ve ever called home
Now I’m kinda popping and I’ve labeled it the 7-0
So many directions with this shit that we could go
Make me your selection thinking maybe we can swing the vote
(Hook)
Flow, flow
Don’t stop, and don’t slow
Every day, we must grow
We gotta show em
We got flow
(Verse 3, freestyle)
My pen game great but her head game nicer
I don't give a damn, got a little starter ice pack all up on my wrist
Need an ice pack, cause you been sore as shit!
I been soaring all above your head like I'm an eagle, Americano
Got a little bit of that Hispano cuando hablo
I don't give a fuck about it pintando como si fuera Pablo
They aren't on the fuckin level that I'm on
They got the cars, got the cash, got the shit on blast
Radio play about to be something that just stays in my past
Man I be killing this off of the top they never tell me, shit
Don't give a damn I got the team, 703 with it, wait
Wait, wait
He got flow, or is he faking I don't know
But I do this in my sleep, and I do this with my eyes closed
It doesn't matter cause I do not have nice clothes
But I still fuckin make it everywhere I'm at
They wanna tell me I'm the new terrorizer of tracks
The synthesizer slaps, we got the kick and that
Might get her addicted to every fuckin track
Or should I say frickin
Or should I stay sick in, everything I do
You know I might stick the landing, I'm going ham
And I'm bout to be like that new Janet
Just something you didn't expect
Little flash, and I wrap this shit up
In a rash way
They wanna see the cash paper
Don't give a damn what they say, I'm outta VA
I kill this shit a cappella in every fuckin state
You see me on the East Coast making mad noise
You know we bout to take our
I don't fuckin know fuck that shit thats good
Aha
