Isaiah Rashad Webbie Flow

My dick I know it’s, yeah, it’s unfamiliar… yeah

Baby, can you sucky on my dick? I know it’s big enough

Ride with a nigga from the South, I know you feel the rush

Fuckin’ with a nigga, bitches rarely ever get the touch

Better feel privileged, catch another, you can hit the dust

I done grown up for my child sake, Black and Mild face

Look up loud place, never crowd place

Never skirt chase, maybe first grade, never last place

Never had brakes, pop a transmission, always had faith

Always had trace, always had James in that duplex

Hit a suplex, fuck a crew neck

$pottie solo up in that recess, never regress

Georgia peaches, grab her cheek ass

Such a slutbag, baby nut rag, never cuff that

Love a hoodrat where there’s puss at

Barely have me goin’ on that Sosa, I never go back

I never hit it raw again, fucking with the law again

Picking up trash on highways, never my way

Blasé blasé, sneakin’ shotty, fuck a Friday

I’m with Robert, chuggin’ Bombay, fuck your turn up

Fuck your turn out, we gon burn up

Fuck your mosh pit, I’m on my shit, on that Tribe shit

Got that Phife Dawg; I might bite, bitch, I’m on tablet

Scribble down, I’m rapping like Kool

Inspire all my local jokers who be quittin’ that school

They be hating that job, I was hating that too

I was flipping your burger high as a bitch, but I’m cool

I think I’m blessed now, I only stress about the stress now

Since I’m fresh now, I pull that motherfuckin’ dress down (dress down, dress down)

[Chorus: singing]

… And I’m gon’ testify girl

… And I’m gonna touch your thighs

… I’m gon’ spend the night, girl

… You like… [7X w/ echoes]

[Outro]

“I heard that you was servin’ all that pussy, what’s it going for?” [3X]

“I heard that you was servin’ all that pussy, all that pussy, all that-“

“I heard that you was servin’ all that pussy, what’s it going for?” [3X]

“I heard that you was servin’ all that pussy, all that pussy…”

Isaiah Rashad Bday

[Isaiah Rashad:]

Bum, bum, bum, ba, bum

Yeah feel me

Uh, uh, uh, uh

Oh, believe I feel great today

I can’t help but just pour my drink

Cause they keep talkin’ to a nigga

Yeah sometimes I be talkin’ back

Sometimes I be, ha

I swear

Baby, nigga I’m faded

Nigga I feel like 25 baby

Skunk, drunk, lookin’ like a robber

Headed to the church or headed to the brothel

Poppin’ my collar, really like Deebo

How do you tell the truth to a crowd of white people?

Made it, motivational speaker, bumpin’

Most time tellin’ my teacher somethin’

Baby we was like Decatur

We was like Lithonia elevated thinker, bump it

Deacon, stuntin’ was a habit

Trappin’ was a habit, shooter got a reason

Sasha why you gotta leave me?

We was like forever life is so confusin’, fuck it

Take me, take me to revival

Maybe this’ll help me, maybe this’ll change my mind

[Isaiah Rashad, Deacon Blue:]

Oh, believe I feel great today

I might just pour my drank

Cause sometimes they be talkin’ to a nigga

Yeah sometimes I be talkin’ back

Sometimes I be, uh, uh, yeah

Outside niggas always stuffin’ a few

Southside niggas always keepin’ it there

.45 trigger gave ’em somethin’ to do

We shoulda shot at the moon

Outside niggas always stuffin’ a few

Southside niggas always keepin’ it there

.45 trigger gave ’em somethin’ to do

We shoulda shot at the moon

Jesus always told me I was special

Mommy told me go and get some money

Spread shit to the world

Cause ain’t no fun if the homies can’t have some

Have mine, nigga heaven ain’t free

We was just prayin’ for another drink

Bitch look good to a buzzard, hey

I could barely hear from the thunder, wait

I could barely feel for the money, wait

Baby we was like Decatur

We was like Lithonia elevated thinker, bump it

Deacon, stuntin’ was a habit

Trappin’ was a habit, shooter got a reason

Sasha why you gotta leave me?

We was like forever life is so confusin’, fuck it

Take me, take me to revival

Maybe this’ll help me, maybe this’ll ease my mind

Oh, believe I feel great today

I might just pour my drank

Cause sometimes they be talkin’ to a nigga

Yeah, sometimes I be talkin’ back

Sometimes I be, yeah, ha

Outside niggas always stuffin’ a few

Southside niggas always keepin’ it there

.45 trigger gave ’em somethin’ to do

We shoulda shot at the moon

Outside niggas always stuffin’ a few

Southside niggas always keepin’ it there

.45 trigger gave ’em somethin’ to do

We shoulda shot at the moon

[Kari Faux:]

Ridin’ down the street with the hazard lights on

Turn my phone off while I’m switchin’ time zones

Lost in the sauce now I’m shootin’ where I stand

You can’t call me back if you can’t pay me in advance

Ridin’ down the street with the hazard lights on

Turn my phone off while I’m switchin’ time zones

Lost in the sauce now I’m shootin’ where I stand

You can’t call me back if you can’t pay me in advance