Tunka - Seddy Flow Lyrics

It's smoke for anybody line up 1-on-1, they all finna get it (Uh, Oh, Oh)
I ain't finna play with nobody
I can't never slip got my shoes tight
Ain't losing my grip like some grip pliers
I be staying chill I can get flyer
My life feel like a job I can't fired
Say we call for the smoke they get ghost Call of Duty
Real trapaholic I'm feeling like Nudy
Homicide, R5, bang red like rubies
I'm going dumb but I ain't never been stupid
We take off his hands, he can't reach now
Tote 9. in my jeans make me leave out
Stand on my block like Keem no baby, I know some dope-boys rocking Travis Scotts
And I know it's gon' take me a minute to get where I want to, but I gotta grind hard to pop now
Imma beast at this shit feel like Sasquatch
I can't do handouts, I won't ask, nah
And I got the dough, dough, dough, I gotta move, move, move it
I'm staying too low-key these niggas clue, clue, clueless
And these niggas been snakes, but I knew, knew, knew it
I'm bout to drop the block been on lock you better tune, tune, tune it
I can't never slip got my shoes tight
Ain't losing my grip like some grip pliers
I be staying chill I can get flyer
My life feel like a job I can't fired
Say we call for the smoke they get ghost Call of Duty
Real trapaholic I'm feeling like Nudy
Homicide, R5, bang red like rubies
I'm going dumb but I ain't never stupid
I can't never slip got my shoes tight
Ain't losing my grip like some grip pliers
I be staying chill I can get flyer
My life feel like a job I can't fired
Say we call for the smoke they get ghost Call of Duty
Real trapaholic I'm feeling like Nudy
Homicide, R5, bang red like rubies
I'm going dumb but I ain't never stupid, nah
Better ask wolfs 'bout a youngin'
They know Tunka constantly bringing pressure, real stepper
I could pull the glock out my jeans guaranteed this ain't a 9. It's a beretta
Coming with the same niggas that I started with finna rock out, heavy metal
They keep asking Tunka "what's wrong, wrong" but I ain't dare finna tell 'em
I can't never slip got my shoes tight
Ain't losing my grip like some grip pliers
I be staying chill I can get flyer
My life feel like a job I can't fired
Say we call for the smoke they get ghost Call of Duty
Real trapaholic I'm feeling like Nudy
Homicide, R5, bang red like rubies
I'm going dumb but I ain't never stupid
I can't never slip got my shoes tight
Ain't losing my grip like some grip pliers
I be staying chill I can get flyer
My life feel like a job I can't fired
Say we call for the smoke they get ghost Call of Duty
Real trapaholic I'm feeling like Nudy
Homicide, R5, bang red like rubies
I'm going dumb but I ain't never stupid, yeah yeah
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh
It's Tunka, baby

It's smoke for anybody line up 1-on-1, they all finna get it (Uh, Oh, Oh)
I ain't finna play with nobody
I can't never slip got my shoes tight
Ain't losing my grip like some grip pliers
I be staying chill I can get flyer
My life feel like a job I can't fired
Say we call for the smoke they get ghost Call of Duty
Real trapaholic I'm feeling like Nudy
Homicide, R5, bang red like rubies
I'm going dumb but I ain't never been stupid
We take off his hands, he can't reach now
Tote 9. in my jeans make me leave out
Stand on my block like Keem no baby, I know some dope-boys rocking Travis Scotts
And I know it's gon' take me a minute to get where I want to, but I gotta grind hard to pop now
Imma beast at this shit feel like Sasquatch
I can't do handouts, I won't ask, nah
And I got the dough, dough, dough, I gotta move, move, move it
I'm staying too low-key these niggas clue, clue, clueless
And these niggas been snakes, but I knew, knew, knew it
I'm bout to drop the block been on lock you better tune, tune, tune it
I can't never slip got my shoes tight
Ain't losing my grip like some grip pliers
I be staying chill I can get flyer
My life feel like a job I can't fired
Say we call for the smoke they get ghost Call of Duty
Real trapaholic I'm feeling like Nudy
Homicide, R5, bang red like rubies
I'm going dumb but I ain't never stupid
I can't never slip got my shoes tight
Ain't losing my grip like some grip pliers
I be staying chill I can get flyer
My life feel like a job I can't fired
Say we call for the smoke they get ghost Call of Duty
Real trapaholic I'm feeling like Nudy
Homicide, R5, bang red like rubies
I'm going dumb but I ain't never stupid, nah
Better ask wolfs 'bout a youngin'
They know Tunka constantly bringing pressure, real stepper
I could pull the glock out my jeans guaranteed this ain't a 9. It's a beretta
Coming with the same niggas that I started with finna rock out, heavy metal
They keep asking Tunka "what's wrong, wrong" but I ain't dare finna tell 'em
I can't never slip got my shoes tight
Ain't losing my grip like some grip pliers
I be staying chill I can get flyer
My life feel like a job I can't fired
Say we call for the smoke they get ghost Call of Duty
Real trapaholic I'm feeling like Nudy
Homicide, R5, bang red like rubies
I'm going dumb but I ain't never stupid
I can't never slip got my shoes tight
Ain't losing my grip like some grip pliers
I be staying chill I can get flyer
My life feel like a job I can't fired
Say we call for the smoke they get ghost Call of Duty
Real trapaholic I'm feeling like Nudy
Homicide, R5, bang red like rubies
I'm going dumb but I ain't never stupid, yeah yeah
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh
It's Tunka, baby