Flint Flow
KrispyLife Kidd, Louie Ray, RMC Mike, Bfb Da Packman, Babyfxce E, YSR Gramz
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(Enrgy made this one) Fifteen on blue, I spent that on my coat Finna grab a chunky-ass Cuban, I don't f*ck with ropes I ain't stingy with my bitches, I put 'em the floor The windows don't roll down on this whip, I'm shootin' out the door Five for a show, I ain't comin' if it ain't for sure Dress the chop up, but I promise this bitch ain't for show Smack my nigga in his head, he tried to wife a ho Know you ain't sick, check your temp, 'cause we'll wipe your nose Bitch, yeah, we really on that Stop bein' fake on tip if you ain't really on that If I break up with my bitch, then I'm addin' all the hoes back If I stop this rap shit, then I'm back up in that one bag Bro got Glock on him, he ready to shoot shit like 4Sho Mag On IG, just post my new bitch, got my hoes mad Seen a nigga on YouTube soundin' like me, that's my old bag I been trappin' for so long, bitch, I'm still countin' old cash Put a ten ball on a nigga head, get him toe-tagged Nigga cap so much in his raps, he got a gold hat My brother said a nigga touch Gramz, he givin' soul taps I just texted this headhunter bitch, "I want my soul back" Spent some bands in OSS, I gotta go back I know he broke, he out here askin' where the hoes at I just touched down in LA, where the 'bows at? I wore this shit once and I can't find it, where my clothes at? I'm tryna get whatever cost the most, ain't look at no Scat I was puttin' Dolce & Gabbana on before rap I barely take pictures with my niggas 'cause they don't rap I made so much money off this shit that I promote rap She the type of bitch to bring the paper back, I got my ho snatched I'm puttin' two grams in every blunt, blow the most wax I'm tryna see what all you did out here like where your ho facts? I got the most stats, got a buck on me and don't flex Never notice what she used to do, I don't check Never look into the shit you sayin', won't check I should sign and not do the work, I hit her, got her nigga hurt I abuse everything I touch, overdo the syrup Racin' Fxce to the location, I'm tryna kill him first Young niggas gettin' rich off rap, we got the city turnt Like a bitch with an STD, I'm tryna get him burnt Mickey Mouse on the ARP, let the titties jerk Glass house on my left wrist, I paid a high for this Nigga jumped fresh with his pistol just to die with it How you f*ck me, then my mans? Bitch, you trifling Every day, I run into some cake with heavy icing Fresh as hell slidin' on niggas, the 'fit seven bands Shit, on my way to the top, I lost several friends Bitch, I'm a master, you can only meet me at level ten I'm in a Demon, runnin' every light, who let the devil in? The K I got, it got more shots than a hospital I sold a tape to a landlord and went and bought a house with it Back in the day, every verse I sold, I went and bought an ounce with it Picked up my dribble and I still scored, and that's without pivot Bitch, I hit you with a Kobe fadeaway Woke up, felt like gettin' paid, well, that's every day Shit talkin' opened up doors, I helped pave a way Blow the cape straight off your back, tryna save the day High as f*ck off a deuce, I'm damn near unconcious Hit him with the ass of the gun, now he unconcious Make your bitch give me head every day, yeah, I love knowledge They thought I signed a deal, but that was another sponsor Yeah, Flint niggas in this bitch, baby, get naked (alright) I'm sippin' on a six of Par I got from Miss Gretchen CiCi coldest out of North Flint, but the bitch messy Waist tiny, ass super fat, look like Big Jessie This ain't no diss, though, I'm just fact spittin' (Y'ello) If the coochie can squirt, then the cat gifted Bitch got Garfield in her panties, that's a fat kitten My Regencies bitch got bedbugs, now my back itchin' (The Lunch Crew Company) Man, I'm just honest I might go get Alexa back, but the bitch toxic Finessin', serve a nigga Tylenol, he think the shit watchin' She think her nigga hard, he only tough when he hit powder Nigga a dusthead DE with a switch, when I shoot, sound like a bus wreck (boom) I heard they said I fell off, I ain't let up yet (Y'ello) Your nigga sus, he always wanna have butt sex Fxce said do a twelve, I did a sixteen Nigga'll rob his own mama if he sip green My granny said, "Why your Sprite so dark?" It's hibisc' tea Mama think I smoke crack 'cause I'm ridin' 'round with six fiends (free Rio and Big Meech) Pack had me fucked up, I had to come back in I ain't even rap too long, this a comeback ten Was gettin' caught up textin' other bitches, had to cut back ten Any ho I didn't want no more got put above the rim Ayy, nigga, I could rap circles around you Keep that beat goin', wait Yeah, I could rap circles around you I used to scam, I could tell you somethin' personal 'bout you I don't plan this shit I rap about, I don't rehearse when I'm talkin' Thirty thousand and a Glock on me, it kinda hurt when I'm walkin' Told Kidd, "Shut the f*ck up, I can't work when you talkin'" Niggas thought my pants didn't fit 'cause the burst in my joggers Dumb-ass nigga It's with an X Fxce
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Written by: Efrem Jamar Blackwell, Jaquavis Damajanique Graham, KrispyLife Kidd, Marlon Lafayette Brown, Michael Smith Jr., Orraccious Brown, Tyree Jawan Thomas
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