FLUSHPIPE! lyrics

[Intro: Sad Frosty, DC The Don & Burger Man]
Astro on the beat
Uh-huh
Ayy, turn that sh*t up, MXTT
Trademark!
Turn that sh*t up, bro
Goddamn
A-A-Astro got it running
Ayy

[Verse 1: Sad Frosty]
Back from the Gulag, I'm turnt up (Okay)
Reach for my fake xan and you gettin' burnt up (b*tch)
We takin' no handout, b*tch, I had to earn some (Ayy)
Shut the f*ck up when I speak, you might learn some
Ayy, came in the game, got his b*tch on lock (Uh-huh)
Easy bread from my hoodie, Baped down to the socks
I done bought all the forces, I don't know what to cop
Bought cool kicks out, now they gotta restock (Okay)
Ask a b*tch, "Why so serious?"
Wanna f*ck first, is she curious?
Do not disturb, why she furious?
Want me to f*ck her, I think she delirious (Okay, what?)
Told my brodie, f*ck checkers this chess
I'ma run up a milli' till Frosty the best (Ayy)
They was ridin' in Hondas, now I'm in a jet
With my tеam, we shoot up like I play for the Nеts (pus*y)
I'ma Vet' in this b*tch, call up big Teezo, put lead in his sh*t (Yeah)
If I wanna quit rapping, start streaming on Twitch (Huh?)
She said I'm a legend but [?] (Thottie)
Walk right into labels, we don't gotta pitch (pus*y)
Lost my lil' bro to some street sh*t (What?)
Lost my grandpa, I couldn't even eat, sh*t (Goddamn)
My own cousin told me I wouldn't be sh*t (Huh?)
But I dropped, there's no help, on some G sh*t (Ayy)
[Verse 2: Burger Man]
You best watch your mouth when my bro packin'
'Cause he get to poppin' and toe tagging (Yup)
So you better duck when that pole blastin' (Uh-huh)
Or just get to runnin' like Bo Jackson (Vroom, vroom)
And none of y'all ready for violence (Nope)
So you can just stop with bumpin' (Cut it out)
'Cause we not with none of that fakin' sh*t (Uh-uh)
That chopper gon' kick like we puntin' (Puntin')
And your girl on my di*k, I'm not frontin' (Okay)
'Cause she know how Burger be comin' (She do)
This lumber I pack got her runnin' (Uh-huh)
But baby girl, wait, 'cause I'm c*mmin' (Oh no)
See all of these rappers my sons (Yup)
I'm a rapper and dapper in one (For sure)
I'm a capper, you actor, I'm not for the laughter
You n*ggas be flapping your gums
b*tch

[Verse 3: Big Teezo, BigChildSupport]
sh*t, I came from the dirt, I'm a lethal dropper
They be askin' why Teezo stay with a chopper (Ayy)
You won't catch me alone like Macaulay Culkin
Tee' put bread on your head, I'm a head popper (Ayy)
On your phone with your b*tch, she the head doctor
Close that door, pus*y boy, know the feds watchin'
Why he actin' like that? He a fed, probably
(Yeah, we spot him, got him, and red dot him)
sh*t, I'm back and I'm better than ever
I be drippin' no matter the weather (Ayy)
Need more green in my salad, I'm extra (Ayy, ayy)
Bunch of hoes in this house like Hugh Heffner (Ayy, ayy)
Bunch of gold in my mouth, this sh*t pressure (Ayy, ayy)
And I swear, I won't fold under pressure (Ayy, ayy)
And I'm ten toes, the maximum effort (Ayy, ayy)
And I keep me a stick, a beretta
And I got me a b*tch like Heretta (Yeah)
Yeah, you got shots, but my shawty better
With my broke n*gga, his can is special
Up that b*tch and he fold like a pretzel (He did)
Yeah, these n*ggas cap like they wrestle (Ayy, ayy)
Red dot on your face like a freckle (Yeah, ayy)
Name on his bullet to make him feel special (Purport, purport, purport)
[Verse 4: BigChildSupport]
Too many sticks in this b*tch
So we walked in his trap, now he giving it up (Yeah, he giving it up)
Yeah, he dissin' my brothers, we stuck in the field for these b*tches
Who see clout, now they tryna f*ck (Yeah, they tryna f*ck)
[?] but we is not lackin'
I got me a .40 and, trust me, it's tough (It's tough)
n*ggas play gangster, but he wanna tweak up in here (Yeah)
Like an angel, we liftin' him up (Yeah)
n*ggas be hatin', they not on that block and they not what they seem (Uh-huh)
I got that Glock .40 with the beam (Baa)
Kick door, juggin' sh*t with the team (Uh)
Count a stack baby n*gga, for the green (Uh)
Chopstick, mop, n*gga, Mr. Clean (Get mopped)
Then turn him upside down, Stranger Things (What?)
n*ggas really pus*y out here, panther pink (Uh)
I don't really like rap, serving fiend

[Verse 5: ImDontai]
Drip is immaculate, shawty, what's happenin'?
Come f*ck with me and I'll show you what splashin' is
Slid to the crib soon as she got the noti'
I'm up in that pus*y, it's wet, like I'm boating
Woahty, woahty, di*k in her throaty
I'm hot in the booth, I ain't talkin' 'bout voting
She pull out her titties and I'm motor-boating
I'm brr-brr-brr-doh-da-ding, I wasn't joking!
[Verse 6: Quadeca]
I been goin' crazy, like I'm Howie Mandel up in Wuhan
(What's that?) If you can't tell, it's my new song
(I run past) b*tches can't sell, takin' too long
Had to tell 'em all, "Farewell, better move on"
Got it in my hanker, where else would I put it?
Did it how I planned, they lookin' stressed that they couldn't
Didn't understand, I put my tickets on the menu
Say your tickets on the 'Gram, you gettin' shelved what you put in
Uh, okay, uh
I'ma have to find your lovin' wife and have consensual intercourse
Right between her legs is my hypothetical dinner course
Hit after hit, I'm professional in the sport
Okay, better check in the next reports
I just hop up in a jet to the next resort
Why they hate? Well, I guess it's the best retort
Tired of carrying, I guess I need neck support

[Verse 7: KESHORE]
Hahaha, yeah (Yeah)
Big booty and it come with the punani (Uh-huh)
Shirt off, and she call me her man candy (Uh-huh)
Big nine, well, I feel like a real caddie (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Rim n*ggas all comin' with [?] (Ayy)
Shawty from Texas, lookin' like Sandy (Hahaha)
Lookin' for knots, you know where to find me (Uh, uh-huh)
Real cool n*gga, it's all perfect timing (Yeah, yeah)
Foot rolls, so I need an alignment
Cool n*gga, I ain't [?]
Jiggy like me, I know you wanna copy (Uh, ooh)
King of the court, I'm shootin' the top (Ooh)
The real G, so you that I'm ridin' (Ooh)
All cream how my wallet be slimin' (Ooh)
Asterisk if you all wanna try me (Yeah)
Bean bag with it, you know that it's diamond (Uh-huh)

[Verse 8: DC The Don]
Hey, hi
Hello, my name is DC, I'm a motherf*ckin' animal (Yeah)
I got Bape on my feet and, yes, b*tches are frosties
My teeth full of f*ckin' mechanicals (Yeah)
I just f*cked that b*tch, international
n*ggas in Paris, this sh*t really casual (Yeah)
And she suck di*k like that b*tch was a Danimal (Yeah)
And she like meat, I turn her to a cannibal, ayy, it's a no-no (What?)
I just spent thirty in Soho
My bro got a chopstick, we sick of these hobos (Ayy)
b*tch, it's OUTLAW on the motherf*ckin' logo
Go 'head, take a photo, I'm walkin' in slo-mo
Ayy, what these n*ggas finna do? Ayy
n*ggas finna split, round two, ayy, woke up in a really bad mood, ayy
n*ggas better step right before they get their sh*t blew
n*ggas slept in the club and woke up on the news
Wah!

[Verse 9: Sad Frosty]
TWG, we could never get lasered (Yeah)
f*ck the petty-ass disses, I could never let 'em phase (b*tch)
And the Frosty in the b*tch, I need a [?] on the [?] (Ayy)
Flush the pus*y down the drain if he ever tryna play me (Okay)
'Cause, b*tch, I'm the best, I won't settle for less (Yeah)
If he say he want smoke, better come with a vest (Pew-pew)
All that nonsense y'all talkin', please give it a rest
In the back with a ray gun, might shoot at his chest (Okay)

[Outro]
Now, insert the vacuum breaker into the flush pipe
Set the flush-o-meter body on the flush pipe
Begin tightening the tail piece coupling and hex coupling
Now use a small jaw ridge to secure each-