Pauta & Flow

They lack rules and flow, ow, ow

They lack rules, flow, and groupies at the shows
The weed has me slow, I'm floating like Sou
I will never back down, don't ask me what happened
Myke Towers has been killing them since he started

They lack rules, flow, and groupies at the shows
The weed has me slow, I'm floating like Sou
I will never back down, don't ask me what happened
Myke Towers has been killing them since he started

They lack rules and flow, flow (Young Kingz, baby)
They lack rules and flow, and groupies at the shows (you know what I'm talking about, bastard)
They lack rules and flow, flow, flow
They lack rules and flow, and groupies at the shows, yeah

All the groupies stick to me acting shy
To these envious ones, I treat them with hostility
I charge the cover whenever I have an activity
They say the fardos have entered through gili gang

I keep crushing cockroaches like Billy Van
If it's to fumigate them, we arrive in the minivan
The evil eye does nothing to me, but they look bad
They say they hit it, but they don't kill the league, nah

If I'm snoring, it's because I can
Five Cubans around my neck
If I want, I keep the throne
I live like a boss, I don't complain
Look at yourselves in the mirror, wow

They lack rules, flow, and groupies at the shows
The weed has me slow, I'm floating like Sou
I will never back down, don't ask me what happened
Myke Towers has been killing them since he started

They lack rules and flow, flow
They lack rules and flow, and groupies at the shows
They lack rules and flow, flow, flow (Young Kingz, baby)
They lack rules and flow, and groupies at the shows

At the shows, the tits flash me and distract me
They brag about going hunting in a Nissan Sentra
And when you confront them or when you face them
It seems they will blink at whoever offers time

If she gets fresh, I have to spank her
I make her come right away, who told you that takes time?
That ass makes me want to be her bodyguard
Whoever ghosts gets discharged

The grass has me slow, for the mushroom a Mylanta
In the rhythms, one stands with the black ones from Atlanta
Anti-fake like Pacho, anti-Jewish like Ankhal
Like Kobe Bryant, I came off the bench

They lack rules and flow, flow
They lack rules and flow, and groupies at the shows
They lack rules and flow, flow, flow
They lack rules and flow, and groupies at the shows

They lack rules, flow, and groupies at the shows
The weed has me slow, I'm floating like Sou
I will never back down, don't ask me what happened
Myke Towers has been killing them since he started

They lack rules, flow, and groupies at the shows
The weed has me slow, I'm floating like Sou
I will never back down, don't ask me what happened
Myke Towers has been killing them since he started

Hey, I have a damn easy ability to make this type of music
Ah
Young Kingz, baby
Haha