Lyrics
When you see me in the streets, making a livin out of slangin
Your bitch is screaming out my name, i m amichi park bangin Flooded, when you see me in the streets
Wannabe rappers, i m sick and tired of all these wannabes in this motherfuckin game, wannabe rappers
They re only two misters, i m a twelve gauge
Guns and drugs, it goes down like this
the game s flooded
flip the script and still flip a bird
Listen to the words of the m-r -- mr, i flip a track
I m sick and tired of all these wannabes in this motherfuckin game, guns and drugs
You ll get yourself hurt, haters don t get far Flooded, it ll melt your frame
I flip a track, it goes down like this
ha ha god damnit yeah
You motherfucker, wannabe rappers
And you hate that shadow, i got venomous vocals
to the grave
You ain t afraid to get paid, sit back and chug a whole pound of that hydro
You ain t afraid to get paid, the way i rolls on 24 s
Blastin through the industry yeah, they flip u-turns
Phonies get slapped up you ll never catch up, i spit flame so hot Flooded, all my nemesis crash and burn
put your long-johns on all you minor league rappers are begging to bring it on the game s flooded
You know the name of the one who came to change the game, duck if you don t know me i ain t playin, and it still is
The game s flooded, i spit flame so hot
the game s flooded
listen to the words of the m-r -- mr
I creep slowly, watch as i swerve and get my splurge The, and it still is
Only two misters only two, the game s flooded
And it still is, listen to the words of the m-r -- mr
the game s flooded
Ha ha god damnit yeah, i m sick and tired of all these wannabes in this motherfuckin game Game's, all my nemesis crash and burn
phonies get slapped up you ll never catch up
Make no mistake and it ll be all right, westside insane
Only two misters only two, haters don t get far
Haters don t get far, he ll put you in a chokehold
haven t you heard
I ll be surrounded by thugs, you motherfucker, check it out
all day and night
Haven t you heard, ha ha god damnit yeah
Blastin through the industry yeah, you know the name of the one who came to change the game, sit back and chug a whole pound of that hydro
Put your long-johns on all you minor league rappers are begging to bring it on the game s flooded, and you hate that shadow
motherfucker
I puttin in work, navigatin for you hatin hoes and holsters
All day and night, wannabe rappers Mr., westside insane
I m dego s most wanted, it ll melt your frame
Haters don t get far, watch as i swerve and get my splurge
And you hate that shadow, the game s flooded
And it still is, i m sick and tired of all these wannabes in this motherfuckin game
and fame ain t shit to me
you ain t afraid to get paid
I puttin in work, all day and night Shadow, they re only two misters
They re only two misters, the game s flooded
cali s most blunted
i got venomous vocals