Flow Armageddon by Kllhllw Lyrics
Focus on that flow man yeah...
My gun throws a steel icy chopping it up on a bin slice em
Guts being bout up sill dicey
Disembowel any dude thinking that he true
Nearly everything is done so what am I to do
So I be coming in new
Making them open the groove
With a cupful of moves my brother told me back in poverty
Spit it slow little bro keep it going
Flip a flow out of no physical thing
Gonna blow no control i'm still smoking
Hit my bong fill electrical
Is it possible think
Like I got it on lock but y'all can back up
Panic at the disco when I blast this pistol
Up and it was mental go all on my dental
Talking straight ethereal bitches think that i'm cereal
Serious pinnacle furious smoking this mysteriously
Nothing ain't slowing so I keeping it going
Letting them all dream
Pull a chopper on a copper gunner bullets that’s all
Blame the coating its coding
Let the bong steam
Nerdy ass kid looking pull a fat blunt
But I spit it max speed
With a screamers song on
I don’t give a damn
So i'm lighting up this dabbing till the bullet straight cash
Watch me roll a whole half up in a cutter black
Toking it until its ash making me have a asthma attack
Never that always stacking in the pack take it by my stash man
Hash all I smoke but I toke on H2o
Making a fucking mope smoke up on a boat
I don’t think you know what level of cold I am fam
I just kill like Taliban 47 up in my hands
It relive your oxygen that’s blood up on my hands
If you can get that on my cam
But record the supersonic bam
Let me rub so I go ham man
I pull up in a van that’s corroded by my fans
Jungle be the desert homie
Leave you up in the sand if you really make demands
If you really struggle band
If you really pump a stand
If you really never had a dad
Hop up inside my path I get that its bad
And I will always understand
Just try to make a plan
This is the wisdom that I wish I thought I had
Brings to all the times that I have
I just wanna give a shout out to my people on the rag
Black plaguing a mag rolled up when I rape you fags
I don’t even need to say no homo
I go though I just really don’t see how I stick it to them like a dildo
Up their ass like a Greek
Literally up shits creak
If you really want a peak up at my fucking meek
I will blast you out your mink
Blade up inside your bitches pink
And now my knife stinks hold it up holy shit
Did this kid just spit so sick that I think I fucking dig
Every word that he said
His flow is on the grid double omega alpha
Hitting any other rapper on the net
Needing it like some meds I’m ghosted
I’m like I’m dead an wait until their wedding
Pull up with a tec and blast at the bridal sit
Try to make a fucking mess if you try to test the best
I’ll put a hole in your chest
If my lyrics digest any type of manifest
Trying to represent something that ain’t them
No need to pretend just listen and comprehend
There’s not really much to send just a couple of tens
And a black plague pen stuck up inside my skin I’m sick
Spit it with no phlegm it just all depends on how high I’ve been
Fuck that schedule I just planned
Just give me the fucking pen
And listen to the world end
Make the asteroid belt bend
Judging every fucking sin
Close the gates of heaven hell
Outta commission
Purgatory existence
Tells me that they betting that my flow ain’t armageddon what
My gun throws a steel icy chopping it up on a bin slice em
Guts being bout up sill dicey
Disembowel any dude thinking that he true
Nearly everything is done so what am I to do
So I be coming in new
Making them open the groove
With a cupful of moves my brother told me back in poverty
Spit it slow little bro keep it going
Flip a flow out of no physical thing
Gonna blow no control i'm still smoking
Hit my bong fill electrical
Is it possible think
Like I got it on lock but y'all can back up
Panic at the disco when I blast this pistol
Up and it was mental go all on my dental
Talking straight ethereal bitches think that i'm cereal
Serious pinnacle furious smoking this mysteriously
Nothing ain't slowing so I keeping it going
Letting them all dream
Pull a chopper on a copper gunner bullets that’s all
Blame the coating its coding
Let the bong steam
Nerdy ass kid looking pull a fat blunt
But I spit it max speed
With a screamers song on
I don’t give a damn
So i'm lighting up this dabbing till the bullet straight cash
Watch me roll a whole half up in a cutter black
Toking it until its ash making me have a asthma attack
Never that always stacking in the pack take it by my stash man
Hash all I smoke but I toke on H2o
Making a fucking mope smoke up on a boat
I don’t think you know what level of cold I am fam
I just kill like Taliban 47 up in my hands
It relive your oxygen that’s blood up on my hands
If you can get that on my cam
But record the supersonic bam
Let me rub so I go ham man
I pull up in a van that’s corroded by my fans
Jungle be the desert homie
Leave you up in the sand if you really make demands
If you really struggle band
If you really pump a stand
If you really never had a dad
Hop up inside my path I get that its bad
And I will always understand
Just try to make a plan
This is the wisdom that I wish I thought I had
Brings to all the times that I have
I just wanna give a shout out to my people on the rag
Black plaguing a mag rolled up when I rape you fags
I don’t even need to say no homo
I go though I just really don’t see how I stick it to them like a dildo
Up their ass like a Greek
Literally up shits creak
If you really want a peak up at my fucking meek
I will blast you out your mink
Blade up inside your bitches pink
And now my knife stinks hold it up holy shit
Did this kid just spit so sick that I think I fucking dig
Every word that he said
His flow is on the grid double omega alpha
Hitting any other rapper on the net
Needing it like some meds I’m ghosted
I’m like I’m dead an wait until their wedding
Pull up with a tec and blast at the bridal sit
Try to make a fucking mess if you try to test the best
I’ll put a hole in your chest
If my lyrics digest any type of manifest
Trying to represent something that ain’t them
No need to pretend just listen and comprehend
There’s not really much to send just a couple of tens
And a black plague pen stuck up inside my skin I’m sick
Spit it with no phlegm it just all depends on how high I’ve been
Fuck that schedule I just planned
Just give me the fucking pen
And listen to the world end
Make the asteroid belt bend
Judging every fucking sin
Close the gates of heaven hell
Outta commission
Purgatory existence
Tells me that they betting that my flow ain’t armageddon what