Flint n*ggas lyrics

[Verse 1: Stoner Gang Reece]
Yo-yo n*gga wake up 2k or black ops
I-I wake up to at least 2k paying the wack ops
f*ck these weak ass n*ggas and these weak thots
Screaming all that trap sh*t, ain't had no spot on no block
F-f-f*ck internet beef, n*ggas getting shot
My house ain't get shot up, it's only shootouts on my block
You paying for the pus*y, I got free top
Zillions everywhere, like I was tryna dry out a old mop
Soft ass n*ggas tripping over weak hoes
I-I-I'm knee deep in a bag, tryna run through a super load
My spot got famous off bowls of snow
My granny ain't spoon feed me, I had to hustle bro
n*ggas get they money up and turn to hoes
That's why I only f*ck with the real, fake get exposed
n*ggas out here playing with they nose
Do anything to gеt pus*y from these weak hoеs
I'm out the way, I'm tryna get a couple mil
n*ggas where I'm from off of self, that's how I feel
Spent 50 on jewelry n*gga without a deal
I-I know these n*ggas sick, they'll blow di*k for a record deal
I used to be on the block, with the pills
I want my number right out, I'm not giving out no deals
I'll tie myself up n*gga, let's be for real
I-I ain't never do no hoe sh*t to come up, that's real
[Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG]
n*ggas ask me was I sellin work, I'm like crack kills
My-my-my lil b*tch just got some ass shots, but she fat still
Hit him in the head with the Glock, how the strap feel
E-every week I'm making 20-30 racks, that's why I rap still
Compressing bows of Zaza, yeah I wrap still
n*gga run up on the Yung OG, he getting his cap peeled
I-I-I don't know how much my city made, lemme ask Will
I'm a six figure n*gga, n go cut my Granny grass still
Broke a perc in half, gave it to my b*tch, how that tab feel
White boy tryna buy 200 blues, gave him Advil
You ain't never seen me buy a deuce, I only grab sealed's
This lil case had me stressed out, but I laugh still

[Verse 3: RMC Mike]
Good with my hands or with the the pistol, got mad steel
O-o-out in Washington, serving white people like I'm Brad Bill
Hit him where he's hurt, had lil bro get his dad killed
I-I-I know you sick, you signed your life away to a bad deal
Pai-pai-paid 1100 for this jacket, it was cashmere
n*gga wifed up that rat b*tch I had last year
Appreciation day, I'm showing love, you want a gram, here
Springfield XD45 with the lemon squeeze
You want the best weed, go to the north and see my n*gga Reece
Ca-can-can't let these n*ggas hold me back, I got a bigger dream
The key to having the best dogs around is to keep the kennels clean