🎵 8 Gates Flow // by Moxas

9 Contributors8 Gates Flow Lyrics [Verse] Young goat This game what I'm boutta fucking run though Too wavy I don't own one boat When I get it promise all these nigga donezo Got a thottie I'mma hit it like a drum roll Gun throat neck flow cut their necks They better cut my check I'm too cold, respect I do own the west I'm too froze But next to new gold Patek, I do nose congest, yeah They sick now I spit wild My spit knock down a brick house You spit mild A sick child with a big mouth Your bitch wild She came through got dicked down I just smiled I'm like I'm gonna wipe their mind with bright devices Why would you try my likeness? Nice with the mind like a grad from Boston Sickest nigga in the game, Magic Johnson, like, uh I gotta stay with the tribe They gotta stay with the Nine Bitches been pregnant a lot My shit, they banging a lot I'm like a bagel on top Bitch, I was made for the sauce Never complacent I'm not Focused on making the guap Too cold, that's two winters If I feature on a song that's two dinners So ill, so rude, so punitive Tell them niggas they ain't ready for my newest shit, nah, ay Bitch, I'm dumb and it fact I turn tables cause I'm running it back If I see red then I'm gonna attack Bitch, I pull strings but don't want 'em attached, nah, ay I don't want 'em attached And I got a lot in my mind and I really wanna relax I heard 'em talking that shit but it really wasn't that fast, yuh, ay It could never distract from this