19 Flying Cloud Lane Flow by Kazzy Chase Lyrics
[Intro]
You see JB Smoove curve the fuck outta Dave Chappelle tonight?
Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve
Whip, whip, whip, whip
Wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist
[Hook]
Young lord, GLO God, so hard, oh, God, this wave don't dim low
Club lights, strip lights, cop lights, I’m right, hold tight, lets get gone
Niggas roaring, liquor pouring, bitches folding over bottles, I don't even wanna go home
(swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve)
Switching lanes, getting brain, 40 chains on my neck like my presence, it's so gold
What if I bring this wave to your crib, bet you let the boy in
We can go hit the 'vard & skip all the lines & go the fuck in
Jus to go the fuck in, then get the fuck out
You know what it is, don't fuck with no lames
You fuck with the man
This shit ain't the same, no your shit ain't the same
Ooh
[Verse]
She get that money then spend in two
That's how we rolling wit four in the foreign
I’m watching your bitches plot up on the choose
She just want sip from the juice
She don’t get cups, nah, she just get puffs
We turn this tree into dust
We turn your bitch to the past, that's why you niggas set up
Upset with your bitches; let up
Look who we walked in the party wit nigga, just model & actress
My money do backflips, my section is popping, you don't got no access
This shit is restricted, keep wishing u in it
I know you see bitches you wished you was with but you isn’t
You wish that you hit it, you didn’t, I did & I swear to the lord that you niggas is finished!
[Hook]
Young lord, GLO God, so hard, oh, God, this wave don't dim low (I got claaaaaaaaasss!)
Club lights, strip lights, cop lights, I’m right, hold tight, lets get gone (yeah! AGENDA Week going way up!)
Niggas roaring, liquor pouring, bitches folding over bottles, I don't even wanna go home
(swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve)
Switching lanes, getting brain, 40 chains on my neck like my presence, it's so gold
What if I bring this wave to your crib, bet you let the boy in
We can go hit the 'vard & skip all the lines & go the fuck in
Jus to go the fuck in, then get the fuck out
U know what it is, don't fuck with no lames
You fuck with the man
This shit ain't the same, no your shit ain't the same
You see JB Smoove curve the fuck outta Dave Chappelle tonight?
Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve
Whip, whip, whip, whip
Wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist
[Hook]
Young lord, GLO God, so hard, oh, God, this wave don't dim low
Club lights, strip lights, cop lights, I’m right, hold tight, lets get gone
Niggas roaring, liquor pouring, bitches folding over bottles, I don't even wanna go home
(swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve)
Switching lanes, getting brain, 40 chains on my neck like my presence, it's so gold
What if I bring this wave to your crib, bet you let the boy in
We can go hit the 'vard & skip all the lines & go the fuck in
Jus to go the fuck in, then get the fuck out
You know what it is, don't fuck with no lames
You fuck with the man
This shit ain't the same, no your shit ain't the same
Ooh
[Verse]
She get that money then spend in two
That's how we rolling wit four in the foreign
I’m watching your bitches plot up on the choose
She just want sip from the juice
She don’t get cups, nah, she just get puffs
We turn this tree into dust
We turn your bitch to the past, that's why you niggas set up
Upset with your bitches; let up
Look who we walked in the party wit nigga, just model & actress
My money do backflips, my section is popping, you don't got no access
This shit is restricted, keep wishing u in it
I know you see bitches you wished you was with but you isn’t
You wish that you hit it, you didn’t, I did & I swear to the lord that you niggas is finished!
[Hook]
Young lord, GLO God, so hard, oh, God, this wave don't dim low (I got claaaaaaaaasss!)
Club lights, strip lights, cop lights, I’m right, hold tight, lets get gone (yeah! AGENDA Week going way up!)
Niggas roaring, liquor pouring, bitches folding over bottles, I don't even wanna go home
(swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve)
Switching lanes, getting brain, 40 chains on my neck like my presence, it's so gold
What if I bring this wave to your crib, bet you let the boy in
We can go hit the 'vard & skip all the lines & go the fuck in
Jus to go the fuck in, then get the fuck out
U know what it is, don't fuck with no lames
You fuck with the man
This shit ain't the same, no your shit ain't the same