Flat Tire lyrics

[Intro]
[?]
Don't walk in that house if I don't gotta glick
[?] the glick on my hip
I'm f*ckin yo baby I'm breakin her hip
[?] foreign I'm parkin my whip
[?] he parkin the whip
I count all them blues they benjamins
Dodgin they fans so my n*ggas whisperin

[Lazy3x and probably his ex]
You built like a, a long ass, a long ass tire
First of all first of all First of all
I ain't flat
Second of all
I ain't I ain't tall so
Interact interact
Oh my god I can't f*ckin speak

[Verse 1]
Yuh ay
n*gga be 50 they flip like a coin
And I'm f*ckin that b*tch make her sing like the voice
This choppa gone sing this b*tch got a voice
2 door I pull up rolls royce
[?] force I put a drop in the lean
Boy ride around one time and that man in the streets
Better get off my block I don't know where you bе
And I got a strap pull up when you sleep
I gets to the racks I count it up B
Boy thеse n*gga cap
And n*gga I peep
And that n*gga drippin just like a seed
[?] ran through his scene
I'm shootin that n*gga got blood on my jeans
Like [?] I'm servin the fiend
You know I got brizzy you know where I be
Run down with the strap we takin your [?]
You don't got no stat like n*gga just stop it
But I got a Glocky is all on my pocket
And I got a thotty she givin me noggin
b*tch I'm in a trap house make it flip
I will whip the Mac out bet he flips
But don't f*ck around black out throw a fit
And I'm f*ckin that b*tch and she suck on my di*k
Had to [?] on my cup had to pour me a fifth
And If that n*gga buggin he get hit with the fifth
And I blow me a [?]
I like [?] on my wrist
And shawty a fiend that's not my b*tch
3 times n*gga I'm with the sh*t
b*tch I'm on the highway I'm swervin and sh*t
b*tch look at my diamonds they perfect and sh*t
But I walk in the room she get nervous and sh*t
And these n*ggas be fools they be percin and sh*t
Like [?] I'm talkin my sh*t
Not walkin around I'm not with yo b*tch
And we countin him down that boy talkin sh*t
And you don't hear the silencer cause I silence the clique
And just like a mouse I put up and clear
Run up in his house I'm takin his sh*t
And that n*gga talk then he [?] ditch
And that n*gga buggin cause [?] a b*tch
I pull up and spark I empty the clip
That n*gga want beef I spin [?] in the whip
[?]
Don't walk in that house if I don't gotta glick
[?] the glick on my hip
I'm f*ckin yo baby I'm breakin her hip
[?] foreign I'm parkin my whip
[?] he parkin the whip
I count all them blues they benjamins
Dodgin they fans so my n*ggas whisperin
[Verse 2]
And that n*gga did it the bullets they hittin em
And just like [?] the bullets they flippin em
And 23's goin straight through his collar
Pull up with a beam cause I'm not with the arguin
He look like a mess cause my n*ggas startin it
He don't want no beef so n*gga I started it
And he don't got no heat so I got a Glock
Beatin the block like I'm young [?]
And I got guap shawty gonna [?]
Like b*tch in the plug I be coppin the drop
And if that n*gga stuck he get hit with the mop
And I'm f*ckin that b*tch you know I got guap
Pull up with the stick and I aim for his top
But I'm with a b*tch and she givin me top
She sound like a tic cause shawty a thot
He look like a b*tch I pull up and [?]
You hatin on me but you hatin on god
I up on the beam and I send him to god
And that n*gga a hoe but he don't got no opp
b*tch I'm in the trap and I'm servin the opp
Posted with [?] and you know that I'm whippin
I up on the glick he feel like a [?]
b*tch I'm in the trap cause [?]
And you know I got racks but these n*ggas not winnin
And I walk in his house got designer on my [?]
And you know I got racks but [?]
I'm breakin her back and that [?] be b*tches
And I'm countin the blues so I ain't [?] these b*tches
And my guy was a plug can't cool with these n*ggas
And [?] crip can't bool with these n*ggas
These n*ggas be fake can't be trustin these n*ggas
Hot out with the K and I'm dumpin that n*gga
Up on the pole
Blow like a trumpet
And I'm with a hoe
Lil shawty she suckin it
And you already know
[?]
I hop on the glick she know that I'm gunnin
[Outro]
Shmoney
Get money
f*ck on that bih cause she want me
Suck on my di*k and that b*tch she a dummy
n*gga be cappin they know that they lyin
Up on that rat and you know that I-