STOKELEYFLOW by THR$HRRICH Lyrics
[Intro]
What I reveal
When I get to spinnin', you gon' need a shield
Like you runnin' track, but you won't need a field
I dunk like Shaquille, like my last name O'Neal
My 20s be green, but my 100s be teal
Might beat up the p*ssy like I'm Emmit Till
Like Shaquille, like my last name O'Neal
My 20s be green, but my 100s be teal
Might beat up the p*ssy like I'm Emmett Till
Yah, yah, I know-I know why they hate
Why?
Cause they can't get
[Interlude]
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You know what? I think we're gonna be friends
[Verse 1]
I'm just 17, never signed no deal
You know when I spin, I'm shooting to kill
The industry hate, no love for the real
You get in that jam, I know you gon squeal
These n*ggas is b*tches, they wearing high heels
She said I'm a snack, ate me like a meal
Got love for my city, they know how I feel
You run up on me, like an orange you get peeled
You never took shit, all you did was steal
When I hit a mil, that shit was unreal
They really don't know me, just what I reveal
When I get to spinnin', you gon' need a shield
Like you runnin' track, but you won't need a field
I dunk like Shaquille, like my last name O'Neal
My 20s be green, but my 100s be teal
Might beat up the p*ssy like I'm Emmett Till
[Chorus]
Yah, yah I know why they hate
Why?
Cause they can't get what the f*ck is on my plate
Nah!
And they really want it, but they really can't, n*gga
Ima hit this shot, like fadeaway
Fadeaway
Ima hit a shot, like fadeaway
Fadeaway
Ima hit a f-fadeaway
Fadeaway
All my n*ggas never taking breaks
Nah!
F*ck a, f*ck around and break the bank
What?
F*ck a, f*ck around and break the bank, yeah
F*ck, f*ck around and break the bank, nah
F*ck, f*ck around and break the bank
F*ck, f*ck around and break the bank
[Verse 2]
Aye, I got the pack I'm servin' the fiends
N*gga talk down, he get popped like a bean
F*ckin' your b*tch & ending the scene
I got no love for this b*tch, I'm in love with the green
Ooh, ayy, ayy
I'm f*ckin' your b*tch in a Maybach
Your b*tch is so laid-back
Stack my guap, like some haystacks
Yuh, yuh
F*ckin your bitch in a Maybach
Me and Neno go way back
Run it up like a racetrack
We ball out, where the base at?
Just wanna f*ck, just say that
Hit the 3, with the fadeaway
Drink lean like it's Gatorade
Got shit, I'll take it to the grave
Never fold, I'll never break
Put that on my soul I'll never fade
Ayy, ayy
Hit the jump shot, then I fadeaway
Then I fadeaway
Then I fadeaway
Then I fadeaway
Then I fadeaway
Then I fadeaway
Then I fadeaway
Aye
What I reveal
When I get to spinnin', you gon' need a shield
Like you runnin' track, but you won't need a field
I dunk like Shaquille, like my last name O'Neal
My 20s be green, but my 100s be teal
Might beat up the p*ssy like I'm Emmit Till
Like Shaquille, like my last name O'Neal
My 20s be green, but my 100s be teal
Might beat up the p*ssy like I'm Emmett Till
Yah, yah, I know-I know why they hate
Why?
Cause they can't get
[Interlude]
Plug!
Trap-a-holics mixtapes
You know what? I think we're gonna be friends
[Verse 1]
I'm just 17, never signed no deal
You know when I spin, I'm shooting to kill
The industry hate, no love for the real
You get in that jam, I know you gon squeal
These n*ggas is b*tches, they wearing high heels
She said I'm a snack, ate me like a meal
Got love for my city, they know how I feel
You run up on me, like an orange you get peeled
You never took shit, all you did was steal
When I hit a mil, that shit was unreal
They really don't know me, just what I reveal
When I get to spinnin', you gon' need a shield
Like you runnin' track, but you won't need a field
I dunk like Shaquille, like my last name O'Neal
My 20s be green, but my 100s be teal
Might beat up the p*ssy like I'm Emmett Till
[Chorus]
Yah, yah I know why they hate
Why?
Cause they can't get what the f*ck is on my plate
Nah!
And they really want it, but they really can't, n*gga
Ima hit this shot, like fadeaway
Fadeaway
Ima hit a shot, like fadeaway
Fadeaway
Ima hit a f-fadeaway
Fadeaway
All my n*ggas never taking breaks
Nah!
F*ck a, f*ck around and break the bank
What?
F*ck a, f*ck around and break the bank, yeah
F*ck, f*ck around and break the bank, nah
F*ck, f*ck around and break the bank
F*ck, f*ck around and break the bank
[Verse 2]
Aye, I got the pack I'm servin' the fiends
N*gga talk down, he get popped like a bean
F*ckin' your b*tch & ending the scene
I got no love for this b*tch, I'm in love with the green
Ooh, ayy, ayy
I'm f*ckin' your b*tch in a Maybach
Your b*tch is so laid-back
Stack my guap, like some haystacks
Yuh, yuh
F*ckin your bitch in a Maybach
Me and Neno go way back
Run it up like a racetrack
We ball out, where the base at?
Just wanna f*ck, just say that
Hit the 3, with the fadeaway
Drink lean like it's Gatorade
Got shit, I'll take it to the grave
Never fold, I'll never break
Put that on my soul I'll never fade
Ayy, ayy
Hit the jump shot, then I fadeaway
Then I fadeaway
Then I fadeaway
Then I fadeaway
Then I fadeaway
Then I fadeaway
Then I fadeaway
Aye