Flint Flow

My white boy yeah he put niggas in a hookah pen Feel like a bae-bae kid told the plug I need juice again Seen a scammer get scammed by a scammer cause he knew his bin Two two threes in the chop parked cars and chew threw fins Tried to pop him in the mouth then he looked up and it went through his chin Bro dropped the check and fell asleep and blew a ten That's the type of loss a make you never wanna snooze again Bitch thinks she bout to hit the wood but she blew my mans Brody ain't bustin her mouth I'm gettin blew again Hell yeah I'm a horn dog Her baby daddy lame but that nigga breaded he a corn dog Getting head in the rental accidentally let the horn off Bitch got scared and hit her head on the steering wheel and let the horn off I beat the perk man ass I don't feel my pill Bro out on bond for a body he killin still Takin powder puttin weight on a baby like infomil If this chopstick don't sit him down that sentence will His dumbass got caught with bullet wounds and an ick on him I just spent the rent in Hollywood on some Rick Owens I just knocked a nigga out in the club and poured a fifth on him Now he in the ambulance smellin like Hennessy What I'm payin for the ice could sell it ten a g Two ps of the cream got the trap on ten degrees Got a thick bitch doin jumpin' jacks and squats to get in her jeans Bitch I was bringin Grey down on the Greyhound Dan got a loose screw he a shoot it at the playground So much dog in a trap fuck around and put some hay down I just got some head in B's parking lot we at Taste now She be shy when she sober she a demon off the perc I got so much fear of God I barely need to go to church Sittin around broke in a trap boy you need to go to work Yo bitch probably catch it with her mouth if a nigga threw a perk I just sold a half P but it's really 5 zips I just sold your man some wet bud he like where the dry shit I can show you how to pop the curb if they throw the spike strip I a pop a big nigga tryna fight bitch I'm only five six Trap in burbs strictly for the snorters you can't shoot in here What I made in my indy j house I'm tryna move in there Say you poured a what boy that pop light skin it ain't a deuce in there Ain't no Kool Aid in this blender but I'm mixin up juice in here Hit the road bring racks from ot like a souvenir I'm tryna hit a play that made me double up Tell my cougar bitch to give me buffs she brought muscles up Nigga pass me Detroit lows I'ma stomp your blunt