Harry Fraud - Barstool Flow lyrics

This beat is so cool I should be rappin on a barstool I tell bad b**hes get over here no harpoon No scorpion vessel full of colors like art school Got it coming endlessly in the benz, carpool Pitbull sh**ting on these pound pups I'm smoking on loud my weed light turned down for what 10 models and they down to f** I mean they don't do runaways They trend models but they down to f** I'm a certified bar king No relations to Bernard King But I'm a legend in New York for ballin Your favorite rapper's favorite girl is forever callin Two avenues from stalking But that b**h ain't want me when I was walking When I was local dead, popped and my children was talking Switched the day now my wave silky My SUV and my ears milky f** socks b**h film me f**ing low like f** it though I f**s your hoe but I don't love your hoe Come and get her got a couple more L for the flow I need a refill 'cause my cup is low Ass back with n***as hatin, I'm like what? f**in so? My flow so cool I should be rappin on a barstool Cheers to my doubters Caught me sailing, I'm serving drinks as happy hour I heard n***as was hatin on me on the corner debating on me Flow godly that's why Satan on me Everything great upon me Game face on like the stage in front of me I k** height n***as humbly I'm a one to won, never been a wannabe Unless you talking about wanting to be a billionaire Ye we all wanna be millionaires But truthfully I feel this fear That I see 3 more 0's I ain't on my sh**, word ask your b**h she knows Mr. nice guy smoker with a mean flow We burn extendos you don't need no Millzy the dragon call me steam boat Fly off the top rope, land in your girl p**y Put her to sleep then instagram Now lil n***a don't push me I'm so used to being cool I should hang with polar bears and drink c**a cola's Exchanging stories about how I got tired of being hotter than all of my competition So I fled to the artic where it was colder All praisers do, thou shalt not disrespect thee Disrespect He, disrespect me God to these peasants My flow raising sharp like it's gelatin, forget it Birth alot of rapper styles still ain't get my credit Their moms must be trippin, my bank account don't sweat it I see alot of rolexes it's hard to accept it I know that crown working alot of you n***as skeptic No paper work no appraisel No serial number, n***a you're fool gazel My b**h eyes hazel, her skin tone maple My ex scream 'I hate you! ' I whisper 'I made you... ' ... b**h