Tite - Whoa Flow lyrics

[Tite] Trunk crack feel foul, now where that boy Dez I done hit the Ike, and scooped up that boy Redd Flossing through the city, on the grind getting gritty I let the top back, and left them bops looking sh**ty I'm riding looking pretty, like a yellow bone b**h I done swung lanes, almost hit the damn b**h I saw that boy Dez, at the sto with a fo' Maul in the seat, blowing on the optimoe It's that boy Tite, on the mic going hard I got a three hundred pound, big body guard And boys Bog Rob, hold it down everytime Since the 9-9, it's been my time to shine Baguettes around my neck, with Maurquice's on my pinky A stunner riding Hummer, and them hoes on my slinky I'ma wave trunk, neon read Mr. Tite Yellow bones naked, on my screen every night Via satellite, mayn I gotta stay thoed Sweets got me blowed, off my head story told Now I can pimp the pen, or I can wreck the damn flow I let my trunk drag, while the insides glow I'm a young pro, and them hoes love to bop I'm riding on chops, talking bout mind on blocks I went down to Asia, f**ing hoes in Jamaica If you holding plex, I'ma let you meet your maker I done turned heads, when I grab my remote Clarion crunk, and my trunk getting broke Slab looking better, than a yellow what hoe When I swang lanes, everybody yell whoa There that boy go, catch the gleam from my ring And f** what you heard, we the Freestyle Kingz (*talking*) Yeah, don't let it fool you We the real deal, you listening to Tite The D3 Nutt, back to the hood you heard