Flint Flow lyrics

[Intro]
(Enrgy made this one)

[Verse 1: Babyfxce E]
Fifteen, all blues, 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 b*tches, 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 b*tch ain't for show
Smack my n*gga in his head, he tried to wife a ho
Know you ain't sick, check your temp, 'cause we'll wipe your nose
b*tch, yeah, we really on that
Stop bein' fake on tip if you ain't really on that
If I break up with my b*tch, then I'm addin' all the hoes back
If I stop this rap sh*t, then I'm back up in that one bag

[Verse 2: YSR Gramz]
Bro got Glock on him, he ready to shoot sh*t like 4Sho Mag
On IG, just post my new b*tch, got my hoes mad
Seen a n*gga on YouTube soundin' like me, that's my old bag
I been trappin' for so long, b*tch, I'm still countin' old cash
Put a ten ball on a n*gga head, get him toe-tagged
n*gga cap so much in his raps, he got a gold hat
My brother said a n*gga touch Gramz, he givin' soul taps
I just texted this headhunter b*tch, "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 sh*t once and I can't find it, where my clothes at?
[Verse 3: Louie Ray]
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 n*ggas 'cause they don't rap
I made so much money off this sh*t that I promote rap
She the type of b*tch 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 sh*t you sayin', won't check
I should sign and not do the work, I hit her, got her n*gga hurt
I abuse everything I touch, overdo the syrup

[Verse 4: RMC Mike]
Racin' Fxce to the location, I'm tryna kill him first
Young n*ggas gettin' rich off rap, we got the city turnt
Like a b*tch with an STD, I'm tryna get him burnt
Mickey Mouse on the ARP, let the titties j*rk
Glass house on my left wrist, I paid the high for this
n*gga jumped fresh with his pistol just to die with it
How you f*ck me, then my mans? b*tch, you trifling
Every day, I run into some cake with heavy icing
Fresh as hell slidin' on n*ggas, the 'fit seven bands
sh*t, on my way to the top, I lost several friends
b*tch, 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?
[Verse 5: KrispyLife Kidd]
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
b*tch, I hit you with a Kobe fadeaway
Woke up, felt like gettin' paid, well, that's every day
sh*t 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 b*tch give me head every day, yeah, I love knowledge
They thought I signed a deal, but that was another sponsor

[Verse 6: BFB Da Packman]
Yeah, Flint n*ggas in this b*tch, baby, get naked (Alright)
I'm sippin' on a six of PAI I got from Miss Gretchen
CiCi coldest out of North Flint, but the b*tch 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
b*tch got Garfield in her panties, that's a fat kitten
My Regencies b*tch got bedbugs, now my back itchin'
(The Lunch Crew Company)
Man, I'm just honest
I might go get Alexa back, but the b*tch toxic
Finessin', serve a n*gga Tylenol, he think the sh*t watchin'
She think her n*gga hard, he only tough when he hit powder
n*gga 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 n*gga sus, he always wanna have butt sex
Fxce said do a twelve, I did a sixteen
n*gga'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)
[Verse 7: Babyfxce E]
Pack had me f*cked up, I had to come back in
I ain't even rap too long, this a comeback ten
Was gettin' caught up textin' other b*tches, had to cut back ten
Any ho I didn't want no more got put above the rim
Ayy, n*gga, 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 sh*t 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'"
n*ggas thought my pants didn't fit 'cause the burst in my joggers
Dumb-ass n*gga
It's with an X
Fxce