Barstool Flow

This beat is so cool I should be rappin on a barstool

I tell bad bitches get over here no harpoon

No scorpion vessel full of colors like art school

Got it coming endlessly in the benz, carpool

Pitbull shitting on these pound pups

I'm smoking on loud my weed light turned down for what

10 Models and they down to fuck

I mean they don't do runaways

They trend models but they down to fuck

I'm a certified bar king

No relations to bernard king

But I'm a legend in new york for ballin

Your favorite rapper's favorite girl is forever callin

Two avenues from stalking

But that bitch ain't want me when I was walking

When I was local dead, popped and my children was talking

Switched the day now my wave silky

My suv and my ears milky

Fuck socks bitch film me

Fucking low like fuck it though

I fucks your hoe but I don't love your hoe

Come and get her got a couple more

L for the flow I need a refill 'cause my cup is low

Ass back with niggas hatin, I'm like what? Fuckin so?

My flow so cool I should be rappin on a barstool

Cheers to my doubters

Caught me sailing, I'm serving drinks as happy hour

I heard niggas was hatin on me on the corner debating on me

Flow godly that's why satan on me

Everything great upon me

Game face on like the stage in front of me

I kill height niggas humbly

I'm a one to won, never been a wannabe

Unless you talking about wanting to be a billionaire

Ye we all wanna be millionaires

But truthfully I feel this fear

That I see 3 more 0's

I ain't on my shit, word ask your bitch she knows

Mr. Nice guy smoker with a mean flow

We burn extendos you don't need no

Millzy the dragon call me steam boat

Fly off the top rope, land in your girl pussy

Put her to sleep then instagram

Now lil nigga don't push me

I'm so used to being cool

I should hang with polar bears and drink coca cola's

Exchanging stories about how I got tired of being hotter than all of my competition

So I fled to the artic where it was colder

All praisers do, thou shalt not disrespect thee

Disrespect he, disrespect me

God to these peasants

My flow raising sharp like it's gelatin, forget it

Birth alot of rapper styles still ain't get my credit

Their moms must be trippin, my bank account don't sweat it

I see alot of rolexes it's hard to accept it

I know that crown working alot of you niggas skeptic

No paper work no appraisel

No serial number, nigga you're fool gazel

My bitch eyes hazel, her skin tone maple

My ex scream 'I hate you'

I whisper 'I made you'

Bitch