Jae Millz - Barstool Flow lyrics

This bit is so cool, I should be rapping on the boss tool I tale that, b**hes get over there, no harpoon No scorpion, bezel full of colors like art school Gotta coming ilesley in the banks, car pool Pitbull, shaking on his pants, pups are smoking Now or let, my weed like turn down and what Ten miles and they dare to f** I mean nail to run ways, they trend mediums, but they train to f** I'm a certain fired boy keen, no relation to our king But I'm ledging in New York for allen, your favor rapper favor girl list for every Cullen Two avenues can't stop him, but that b**h wanted me when I was walking When I was local there, papped in my chair till I was talking Switch the day now my wave's soky, my a** UV in my ears loggy f**, s** this b**h feel me, f** it low like f** it though I'd f** your home but ain't you low Come and get that, I gotta couple mood, therefore I flow sponsored links I need a riffo 'cause my cup is low, aspect what n***a see And I'm like what, f** it so, f** it so Oh, just exercising my coolness Oh, my blow so cool I should be rapping on a boss tool She is to my dotes, call me sin, I shall be our, our I heard n***a was hanging on me, you're record on debate know me Oh, Godness, that's my secret name, everything crade upon me Gain to face, all like a stage affront of me I k**ed, hate that n***as, unbelieve, I'm the number one Never be the one to be, unless you're talking bout wanna be a building near Here we all wanna be now on kneels, but truth is I feel this falling That I see primos, zeroes, I ain't on my sh**, wore as she be b**h She know miss the nice guys, smoke or the mean flow We burn extendal, now we know, miss see the dragon, call me sting stuff Fly of the top row, namely you girl p**y , put it in the slip And instinct grammar, long they ain't go and push me I'm so used to be in cool rush hang upon that and use to drink c**a-cola It's change the story about I got tired how to be inhaled on all my competitions So I fled to be that older queer was called them All praises dote, that shall not disrespect thee, disrespect he, Disrespect me JOD till his presence My flow raises his shock like it is gelety, forget it Burn the lower rapper stalls, still inget my credit Their mums must be drinking, my banker count no sweding I see a lot of rollex, this is hard to accept it I know that crowd working a lot while you n***a schept it No people work, no one praise to, no serious number, n***a you're fool casual My b**h ask haze you, my skin talk meibou My ex screamed that I hate you, I whisper but I need you.