Flint Freestyle
I just came off the plane wearing a brand new fit
I got a plug in the A copped me a brand new grip
Red beam on the Glock with the extended clip
I got a hundred round drum filled with some hollow tips
I just thought I'd let you know tho, cuz she like that
I call her dandelion cuz she like when I'm blowin her back
She said I aint shit so shes keeping guard
I just made a band selling some vaccine cards
Pull up to my block if you need, dont make a scene
Pull up with your bread for a pint, go make some lean
Danny Glockz got the spot jumpin like trampoline
Pull up to my cousin for a shirt that say NAA MEANN
Cuz got a Smith n Wesson, he aint trying to wrestle
Comin with the heat, burn ya skin like a fuckin kettle
Bad bitches only nigga I aint trying to settle
Punch me some shit with some cards that I embezzled
You not fuckin with me but look at ya man
Imma wait you to come back when that nigga go to Pakistan
Her body so right, my head spinnin like a fan
Got a ass like Cherokee I aint talkin Jeep Grand
I got a soft spot for those blue faces
Ate me an edible cake now I'm going places
Nigga got clapped in his head now that nigga brainless
Pop me a perc for my tat and that shit was painless
Never spent bread on a treesh and thats a fact
Just spent bread on a chain and a grip to match
Shot at his feet now that nigga do jumpin jacks
Ran up on me now that nigga's a ZaZa pack
Run up on me and that 30 gon blow like a fan
2 chains on in the party and they doin the dance
Bad bitch spot her in the club and I'm throwing these bands
These niggas too fake when its pressure they say they a fan
Bitches juggin hard in the trap they say I'm the man
Man with the plan thats a fact, you trappin or not
Shit moving slow on the block I'm takin ya spot
Catch opp lackin with his thot I'm taking a shot
Niggas get shot everyday that shit aint regular
My niggas gettin money everyday got a busy schedule
Mix the Za up with the perc I need my medical
These niggas actin tough on the street imma hit his mental
His bitch talkin tough on the low imma fix her dental
Bro askin too much questions I think he the feds
Bitch wrote me 2 more times I left her on read
Tryna squash beef with a boss that shit never dead
I got a plug in the A copped me a brand new grip
Red beam on the Glock with the extended clip
I got a hundred round drum filled with some hollow tips
I just thought I'd let you know tho, cuz she like that
I call her dandelion cuz she like when I'm blowin her back
She said I aint shit so shes keeping guard
I just made a band selling some vaccine cards
Pull up to my block if you need, dont make a scene
Pull up with your bread for a pint, go make some lean
Danny Glockz got the spot jumpin like trampoline
Pull up to my cousin for a shirt that say NAA MEANN
Cuz got a Smith n Wesson, he aint trying to wrestle
Comin with the heat, burn ya skin like a fuckin kettle
Bad bitches only nigga I aint trying to settle
Punch me some shit with some cards that I embezzled
You not fuckin with me but look at ya man
Imma wait you to come back when that nigga go to Pakistan
Her body so right, my head spinnin like a fan
Got a ass like Cherokee I aint talkin Jeep Grand
I got a soft spot for those blue faces
Ate me an edible cake now I'm going places
Nigga got clapped in his head now that nigga brainless
Pop me a perc for my tat and that shit was painless
Never spent bread on a treesh and thats a fact
Just spent bread on a chain and a grip to match
Shot at his feet now that nigga do jumpin jacks
Ran up on me now that nigga's a ZaZa pack
Run up on me and that 30 gon blow like a fan
2 chains on in the party and they doin the dance
Bad bitch spot her in the club and I'm throwing these bands
These niggas too fake when its pressure they say they a fan
Bitches juggin hard in the trap they say I'm the man
Man with the plan thats a fact, you trappin or not
Shit moving slow on the block I'm takin ya spot
Catch opp lackin with his thot I'm taking a shot
Niggas get shot everyday that shit aint regular
My niggas gettin money everyday got a busy schedule
Mix the Za up with the perc I need my medical
These niggas actin tough on the street imma hit his mental
His bitch talkin tough on the low imma fix her dental
Bro askin too much questions I think he the feds
Bitch wrote me 2 more times I left her on read
Tryna squash beef with a boss that shit never dead
Credits
Writer(s): Rodney Box
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