Video Freddie Gibbs Flow de Akeem Ali 2025 Lyrics Lyrics

Akeem Ali - Freddie Gibbs Flow Lyrics

Rollin...

Some niggas vanish
If you blink you could miss it
They was ahead of me
But now they all washed like a sink full of dishes
And Keem is the Ajax
New Atlanta Braves hat
I’m coolin’ and laid back
In springtime I sponsor Mercedes
Yeah, I’m bringing Maybach
Nigga everything I give ‘em is gas
I work at the Racetrack
I want 88 plaques
All platinum and lemme restate that
You niggas’ll face facts
I’m giving ‘em straight crack, like take that
I gave the whole game epilepsy
It ain't no way to shake that
I’m him now
Above the Rim now
Crème de la crème now
I just nicknamed the flow Planet Fitness
I’m dropping gems now
Say “aww shit!”
I know that they saw this
I built it up from the bottom and got this shit out the mud
Like it was some crawfish
The fuck do you call it?
When you dreaded Christmas because you was poor
And wished it stayed on the eve like it was some paw prints
Hukuna matata
I’ma do what I gotta
I had this Spanish bitch who used to let me dance in that pussy
I do the bachata
Now I’m earning and living
I’m determined to get it
But these hatin' niggas make me sick
I’m holding my stomach
Maternity pictures
You gotta believe me
This shit don’t come easy
I got ‘em if need be
I promise I’ma shit on you niggas and if I gotta pee pee
I’m do that
Tell a bitch I said move back
And don’t ever confuse that
My advance, I bought another two-door
That means I recouped that
Ay, that’s what I’m here for
My nigga move birds, I think he a scarecrow
Marcus Houston suit at the nail shop
Gimme a clear coat
I’m a pimp in the nighttime
No strings attached, I cut the kite line
Need the tint on the whip jet black
The Wesley Snipes kind
They know that I’m too cool
I brought the old school back to the new school
Now bitches wanna blow me like they tryin’ to make they soup cool
I’ma need that
I give her some feedback
I’m pulling her weave back
She gawking, all I’m getting is gums
Bitch where is your teeth at?
I’m on now
I don’t pick up the phone now
Hit the yo and I zone out
Them hoes gon’ sing along every time that I drop a song now
It’s the Keem beam
I ball like the Dream Team
I’m stacking my ching ching
I hate when niggas play ‘cause my patience thin as a string bean
And I may snap out
Make it something to rap ‘bout
Promise I got it mapped out
I lean back like I’m Remy Ma
And a nigga get papped out
I’m too swift
A hit dog gone holla so bitch if the shoe fit
You realize that too much is at stake
This shit feel like Ruth's Chris
And I’m rollin’ rollin’
I said I’m rollin’
I say I’m rollin’ rollin’