Yung Simmie – Major Flows lyrics

[Verse 1: Lil Dred]
Still getting money off the hip-hop
Still keep the oz in the ziplock
Fiends at the door like knock knock

[Verse 2: Yung Simmie]
A bad boy [?]
For that cash i'm at yo’ door like knock knock
Don't get you'r head twisted like a dreadlock
Fuck the cops, I stay cool when the block hot

[Verse 3: Lil Dred]
Yeah, try to pull up in the summertime in the drop top
Riding with the doors off like a golf cart
Couple shots went off now the block hot

[Verse 4: Yung Simmie]
You niggas sober you don’t want no smoke
Better watch your hoe
I'm like Edgar Allen, how she like my quotes
Niggas riding waves, niggas jumping boats
I will never fold

[Verse 5:Lil Dred]
I just came from the west coast
Walking around blowing loud in my retros
Man got me in the club, we was exos
Weed so loud, hear that echo
Came from the [?]
Came from the block [?] Melrose
Straight out of [?]


[Verse 6 : Yung Simmie]
I be in the field like a scarecrow
I be strapped up like its velcro
You can get smoked like a hookah
Or backwood from the corner store

[Verse 7: Lil Dred]
I be in the hood with the shooters
And dog keep the stick like pharrow
I be in the cut with the villians
Cause I'm tired of seeing dead heros

[Verse 7: Yung Simmie]
Imma ball like a net & goal
Put that on my son, put that on my soul
I could bless you like a common cold
We are not the same
Nor we share a common goal
We can't kick it like a soccer goal
Digging deep for that pot of gold
Came up, got it from my own
Ain't no pussy in my chromosome

[Verse 9: Lil Dred]
Super high, but my eyes low
Dealing with this pain, only God knows
God flow, see the vision, with my eyes close
See the picture like a slide show
If its pressure we gon slide through
Fuck a drive by, this a drive through
Blac Chyna on me she gonna rob you


[Verse 10: Yung Simmie]
I don't fuck with 12, thats the government
Got the gold teeth thats Miami shit
I'm in 305, with a Cali bitch
Smoking Cali weed
On my stoner shit
I don't fuck around, with the fuck around
Keep the Glock around, pop, pop, haters on the ground
I don’t fuck around