Flint Cypher lyrics

[Intro: RMC Mike]
Aha, hm, hm, yeah
(Ooh, Sav killed it)
Yeah, alright, alright

[Verse 1: RMC Mike]
I think it's time to get that money back in rotation
You got some pape' to spend, drop the location
If I do it, I'm goin' fed, f*ck some probation
Feed him liquor like it's bullets, got him so wasted
I spent a pretty penny on my wristwatch
Every five years, these n*ggas change like hip-hop
Twelve thousand for the paint, came flip-flop
b*tch, I'm still gettin' money, ain't sh*t stop

[Verse 2: GrindHard E]
Me and bro sippin' drank, told him fill my cup to the tip top
Told the plug send them 'bows, he accidentally sent a brick out
When it's a problem, I can nevеr tell my nephew, hе gon' flip out
b*tch pus*y loose, when I tried to f*ck, my di*k slipped out
Fiend walked up to my whip, I told her— alright
Fiend walked up to my whip, I told her kick rocks
n*gga put his hands on me like Will Smith, I would've killed him if I was Chris Rock
Unc' thought he had some straight drop, but wouldn't sh*t lock

[Verse 3: YSR Gramz]
I'ma pull this gun out on you, I ain't gon' lip box
He a pair of big Bs, put his ass in a big box
Red beam on this Glock stick make your whip stop
You the type of n*gga ask a n*gga, "Can I rent your watch?"
(That's chatty sh*t, lame-ass n*gga), that's a goofy move
I have my b*tch give me sloppy head when I ain't in the mood
Put a silencer on the Glock (Pew, pew), sound like a 22
My lil' n*gga a savage, he shoot people, he only twenty-two
[Verse 4: RMC Mike]
Call Gramz to send a hit, he yell, "Hooty-hoo"
n*ggas'll crash about a b*tch, that's what coochie do
Should I knock his head off? What would Boosie do?
Long hair, thick ass, pus*y juicy fruit

[Verse 5: GrindHard E]
Spin a block, tryna line him up like a Rubik's Cube
He hit an eight-ball and lost it all, but he wasn't shootin' pool
Doctor give the scripts to auntie Faith for every month because she sixty-two
Bein' petty with the drank, I got a twelve and poured six twos

[Verse 6: YSR Gramz]
I was shippin' 'bows to lil' bro like they ship shoes
Stomped a n*gga out while I was hoopin' in my gym shoes
Beat a big n*gga ass, don't give a f*ck if he was 6'2"
My n*gga get money, but he can't rap, he like Big Lou

[Verse 7: RMC Mike]
How you out here trickin' with a b*tch, but your rent due?
Police on his ass, I'm like, "Lil' bro, what the f*ck you done got into?"
Wanna tell it all, but got nobody, I'm like who the f*ck I vent to?
Takin' high doses of the Perc' and the Wock' 'cause I got issues

[Verse 8: GrindHard E]
b*tch physically pretty, but she ugly in her mental
Scared me, sent a text that said she late up on her menstrual
Cycle, told the b*tch to beat it like I'm Michael
b*tch psycho, she'll talk crazy to you and try to fight you
[Verse 9: YSR Gramz]
Thought I was buyin' 'bows, but got robbed, I just psych'd you
Punched so many bars in, I might start a Flint cypher
You would think Roddy was my granddad how I piped her
pus*y fire, b*tch went to jail, so I had to write her