Yung flack - Excute Lyrics

I hit up Grim, got built like Tim, I had a plan to eat
Don't know my route im Florida boy , swifter runnin' jet sweep,
A lot of problems, we gon' end it in this damn leaf
And that's a shame, niggas really be ratting' ain't come back with no cheese

I got it figured out, you watch me thinkin' this shit easy
It's perfect timing, grind of rappin need chains freezy
It's plenty sticks and top-notch bitches in this bnbchy
Streets' been changin', clown raisin' them clowns, that's what be the reason

Got cut from comin' out the mud, you can't catch lil' four leeching
Don't matter if you lose it all, don't ball out for one season
I had my back against the wall, I watched that lil' hoe leave me
I lost my nigga before I balled, can't play this game on easy

4WAY, I lost my nigga before I balled, can't play this game on easy
I had my back against the wall, I watched that lil' hoe leave me
For lil Roddy, I'm screamin' double R
And we'll pop out tennis club, you'll think we playin' golf

And it's just some about that mud, I just can't shake it off
My broward bitch, she like my bub, want me to break her off
One more perk, we takin' off, brand new kicks, they cost about six, no laces on em
And if that bitch my main, guarantee no laces on her

I like her like my pack, this shit come from Arizona
You took a drive for that, foenem put the tax up on em
Rollin' got the thrax up on me, we pull up horses, came long ways
We used to pull up ponies, and if I go out in my ways

It's with a clip like Tony, and I ain't goin' for some days
I ain't been feelin' comfy, lil four I bleed that concrete
That's wock n' trish, that's in my mix, I got the lab like laundry
Empire moves, lil' nigga smooth, if he play, get bunkied

Ain't got no stripes, he talkin' rude, its only right, we slumped heem
Lil' nigga just keep your distance, do everything with precision
I made decisions up in these streets that you won't even vision
You put your heart up on that block, you might just come out glistening

Every mission, knew I was with it, when we come back, count the spinach
I think I forgot, got my alphabets, all I know is numbers
I got five ways to get it, four way trap out for the summer
I don't leave without my ski mask, any day could slump em

I got Zaza, I got Steve Nash, all I know is commas
It's Devin, it's Devin, it's Devin