Flint Flow

Everyone has to follow the rules, Jim No exceptions That's how wars are won Some people suffer That man is weak A disgrace to his uniform To hell with that guy Hear the bass beatin down the block, yeah you know that's me Movin' like the military, nigga, you don't want no beef Hit a nigga block, have bash come clean the scene Rerock the nigga, but the bottle said promethazine Shit, nigga, that is not no juice Drop a hundred, got to the crib and the stock was loose If I ain't knock a nigga teeth out shit, I knock them loose Four ounces in the deuce of sprite when I hit the booth Who's that knockin' at the door? Just another fien Pulled the pistol, shot the nigga, look like he was finna swing You could hear the motor, cuz that bitch kinda soundin mean n my opps broke tweakin shi they ain't on a thing Dough just dropped another hit, now this is mine Real street, niggas, shit, y'all bitches better visualize Wait, they house got a couple cameras, let me improvise we'll do a nigga wrong, shit, we pick our fights Dough used to rob houses, this nigga got the block hot Drop a whole hundred out the window got the chop hot This nigga actin' like a deebo, nigga, but you not stop Big 40 on my hip, that bitch like a cock block Bitch, I'm ready for war Gave her long john silver n she beggin' for more There's a nine in my jeans when I'm in the store Drop him on the floor, buy my shit and walk out the door Twenty songs plus these other niggas need to check the score Doughboy, I'm way too clever, I got plenty of skill Spinnin' blocks without a mask when I pop a seal I was doin' bad diggin' in the trash for a decent meal Shit, I ain't judgein' nobody, nigga, that's what they chose Doughboy steppin' on shit, better watch yo toes I want the motherfuckin' cash, I don't want yo hoe Nigga might get your ass popped, don't stand too close Niggas iffy shit, get tricky, I can't trust nothin' Call me Lil' Ceasar, how I'm ready, n I keep shit comin' She say I think I'm a know-it-all, but I don't know nothin' Hit her from the back, that ass fat like a chicken dumpling Beat it up, break her off, then I hit the booth The way I'm talkin' shit if i was you I'd hate me too Ice cold pimp on the mic, I'm way too smooth Sittin' on my ass, spittin' lines while I'm sippin' sploosh I ain't givin' no time to a bitch that smell like oof You ain't gettin' a dollar from me, hoe, I'm not no goof Four-star general in the field, I'm not no private We finessin' for the loot like some new age pirates