letra de flint babies - ysr gramz
[intro]
(enrgy made this one)
[verse]
i love to see my n-ggas with some money, it get me motivated
i don’t like to serve my lil’ cousin ’cause he so d-mn janky
i remember i was f-cked up, my lil’ brother saved me
you would think i’m signed to babyface ’cause i’m so d-mn wavy
the way i’m finna ball on these n-ggas, i feel like tracy mcgrady
luc’ got a fiend on the south look like slim shady
bro got big b’s on his feet, cost ten-eighty
i know my n-gga head f-cked up, he a flint baby
a hundred shots in this arp, i’ll let you hold eighty
thirty-five shots in this glock, do you know kd?
i need a cleanin’ crew, where scats? let me call ad
n-gga gettin’ rowdy, chopstick make him take a seat
a n-gga think he gettin’ a free song, i make him pay a fee
n-gga, you don’t get no f-ckin’ p-ssy, gotta pay a fee
ganja gods got some ‘za in, that sh-t smell like feet
them bullets got drank in that sh-t, he got put to sleep
i got the head from this b-tch and went straight to sleep
i’m mad my b-tch ain’t cook nothin’, i ain’t got nothin’ to eat
n-ggas treat the money like it’s nothin’, that sh-t somethin’ to me
i’m out in cali buyin’ ‘bows, i used to buy beats
i got the drop on your crib like uber eats
f-ck a b-tch every other day, i gotta change my sheets
my lil’ n-gga make diss songs and got rich off beef
i just bought a whole lot of ‘bows, i’m finna break it down
i let my lil’ cousin run the spot when i’m out of town
dog got hit with a tec ’cause he so d-mn foul
you see a flash or a red dot, you better hit the ground
i’m finna book an airbnb, only freaks allowed
the police pulled me over, asked me why my weed so loud
that n-gga snitched on his mans like nino brown
i’m the king of sh-t-talkin’, i don’t need no crown
dog got smacked the f-ck up for talkin’ down
f-cked the b-tch, made her p-ssy squirt, i need a towel
b-tch sucked the d-ck sloppy, i need a towel
n-gga want beef, i eat steaks, i be k!llin’ cows
i be pourin’ fours in my pop when i’m feelin’ down
bro seen the opps from the stage, almost shot the crowd
n-ggas rap on gramz type beats, tryna steal the sound
they ain’t seen dog in a week, he in the lost and found
madman put hands on n-ggas, he’ll beat you down
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