Flint Talker

I've been shittin' on these niggas, I think I need a pamper
Yo bitch wanna blow me down, I'm sumin' like a candle
Walkin' in the stores, talk to the clerk, I gotta use my manners
She rigged me up, she didn't like ten transactions, like

Thank you, Amanda
Boy, we got some big shit that ah drop a panda
When I shoot that fully, gotta cool it down be having temper tantrums

That nigga say he want some smoke, give his ass cancer
He know I'm on his fuckin' head like he got some dandruff
Rock out with that chop and let it sing and have his ass dance
That nigga beat his bitch up, he grabbed her phone

and he seen Landis
Don't call me that, though, bitch, just call me Biggs Or Lando
She treat me right, takin' my soul, give me head with Fan on
I can see I ain't blind, but gotta keep my damn pole

If you ain't tryna catch a kill, lil' nigga, what you stand for
Bitch, my bitch sendin' lo's
Boy, you gon' get your ass popped for all that droppin' 4s
glockiana kissin and' you and huggin' you, I'm shootin' X and O's

He was talkin' flick, me up, then got flipped, bro made him strike a pose
Do a drill, then switch my clothes
Bitch, you know I'm slidin, wit my brothers, nigga, right or wrong
Told this lil' bitch mind her business, she keep grabbin' my phone

Bitch, you supposed to be grabbin' suckin' dick or puttin' a condom on
Bitch, I be ready to hit a block, that like what time I'm on
And, nigga, I still pray to God, I know I'm kinda wrong
Me and fake tweakers, hell no, bitch, we don't get along

Skino up that stick and take your fuckin' chain, you got your diamonds on
How ironic how she callin' me her daddy and I ain't got no baby
Fuckin' this bitch, I'm makin' her moan, she underestimate me
Hoe I'll whip my dick, and tell you to taste it

I know I had to fuck that bitch crazy or she was gon' try to play me
I like my bitch with a lot of ass, she cute as fuck and she got some braces
Lil' bro don't give a fuck, he scammin' out of Macy's
Rollin' that one nigga up, I smoke him in a etfy

See a opp I'm scoring ' like Reggie Miller off the old Pacers
Line his stupid ass the fuck up, give him a old taper
Put Baby Reaper on his ass, boy, he a soul taker
Okay, you talkin' shit now, but I'm gon' see you later

Talkin' down on me to these hoes, but you a whole, hater
Bro, place an order, turn it to a meal, he a whole, waiter
That mean he put some racks on your head
Gon' get your ass Coney Island, cook like some eggs

Bro, gon' cash dat pape to, feed you to the sharks to get your ass fed
I ain't boxin' or throwin' bricks, dude, I look like a Craig
I got some shit I stopping debos for niggas thinkin' they hard
I'm still ridin' with my brothers, don't care if they ain't peds

A niggas speak on me, we at his lo in his front yard