Flint Got Talent lyrics

[Intro]
Run that back Kye!

[Verse 1: RLSG BSmith]
I be out here grinding getting money like Durant do
n*gga you been broke your whole life, I couldn’t be you
2020, I spent the whole year in a rental
n*ggas still shooting up houses, they accidental
I be riding round with my Glock, cuz I don’t trust nobody
Gotta get you before you get me, can’t let down little Bobby
Before you stop me to getting to my son, I’ll kill everybody
Everybody pop a blue 30, let’s have a perky party
Where the f*ck is the lеan man, I need an eight of wocky
I got like 47 thousand of em, yall feeling vеry c*cky
Yeah, I’m the perky man
I’ll start a pharmaceutical war
Who my perky clan?

[Verse 2: Louie Ray]
Yeah, I’m for everybody
I could f*ck a new b*tch every day this sh*t get terrorizing
I got fiends keep their needles clean but they ain’t sterilize 'em
Ain’t gotta tell me what the hood been on cuz I’ve been hearing bout it
Hoes be on my di*k for real I call 'em desperado
Lean walked in with 42 I’m bout to smack the bottle
Dare I say 200, [?] I’m bout to smack the throttle
I don’t know if hoes is groupies or they hate how they act around you

[Verse 3: RMC Mike]
sh*t!
I’m finna rap around 'em
One thing don’t change Rio move [?]
[?] the Honda Civic [?]
300 Blackout hit his chest and tore his back up out him
Damn, I know that sh*t hurt
Let my b*tch steal the whole store she got a big purse
I'm sick, we just dropped 13 lines in the big squirt
Pass you rap n*ggas in 6 months, I know that sh*t hurt

[Verse 4: Rio Da Yung OG]
When I’m sick I gotta drink a eight of wock, that sh*t work
I f*ck hoes for free, I heard you pay to see a b*tch twerk
I know he gon' run off with the bag he got on a big shirt
n*ggas said I'm broke, you must hate work
Before you hit a n*gga in the head, you gotta miss first
Before we pour this whole pint of red, we gotta rehearse
Aight so we gon pour a 6 of [?] up
Honey badger with a hundred shots, we shot the party up