Flint Babies lyrics

[Intro]
(Enrgy made this one)

[Verse]
I love to see my n*ggas with some money, it get me motivated
I don't like to serve my lil' cousin 'cause he so damn janky
I remember I was f*cked up, my lil' brother saved me
You would think I'm signed to Babyface 'cause I'm so damn wavy
The way I'm finna ball on these n*ggas, I feel like Tracy McGrady
Luc' got a fiend on the south look like Slim Shady
Bro got big B's on his feet, cost ten-eighty
I know my n*gga head f*cked up, he a Flint baby
A hundred shots in this ARP, I'll let you hold eighty
Thirty-five shots in this Glock, do you know KD?
I need a cleanin' crew, where Scats? Let me call AD
n*gga gettin' rowdy, chopstick make him take a seat
A n*gga think he gettin' a free song, I make him pay a fee
n*gga, you don't get no f*ckin' pus*y, gotta pay a fee
Ganja Gods got some 'za in, that sh*t smell like feet
Them bullets got drank in that sh*t, he got put to sleep
I got the head from this b*tch and went straight to sleep
I'm mad my b*tch ain't cook nothin', I ain't got nothin' to eat
n*ggas treat the money like it's nothin', that sh*t somethin' to me
I'm out in Cali buyin' 'bows, I used to buy beats
I got the drop on your crib like Uber Eats
f*ck a b*tch every other day, I gotta change my sheets
My lil' n*gga make diss songs and got rich off beef
I just bought a whole lot of 'bows, I'm finna break it down
I let my lil' cousin run the spot when I'm out of town
Dog got hit with a TEC 'cause he so damn foul
You see a flash or a red dot, you better hit the ground
I'm finna book an Airbnb, only freaks allowed
The police pulled me over, asked me why my weed so loud
That n*gga snitched on his mans like Nino Brown
I'm the king of sh*t-talkin', I don't need no crown
Dog got smacked the f*ck up for talkin' down
f*cked the b*tch, made her pus*y squirt, I need a towel
b*tch sucked the di*k sloppy, I need a towel
n*gga want beef, I eat steaks, I be killin' cows
I be pourin' fours in my pop when I'm feelin' down
Bro seen the opps from the stage, almost shot the crowd
n*ggas rap on Gramz type beats, tryna steal the sound
They ain't seen dog in a week, he in the lost and found
Madman put hands on n*ggas, he'll beat you down