FleaFlicker lyrics

[Intro]
(Smoov, what's good, baby?)
Huh

[Chorus]
I hit her, then I passed her, hit the b*tch with the flea flicker
Chef Ralfy put you on a platter, we'll deep dish you
We do this sh*t for gang, long live the Great, you know we miss you
sh*ttin' on n*ggas, we gettin' money, so we don't need tissue
I hit her, then I passed her, hit the b*tch with the flea flicker
Chef Ralfy put you on a platter, we'll deep dish you
We do this sh*t for gang, long live the Great, you know we miss you
sh*ttin' on n*ggas, we gettin' money, so we don't need tissue


[Verse 1]
Chеf Ralfy cookin' up beef on greasy skillets
n*gga wanted smokе, it was a cancer, .223s killed him
Snatchin' b*tches' purse, yes indeed I'm an evil villain
Them ain't M30s, them smushed pressed penicillins
b*tches dress to impress 'cause the Stinc Team in the building
n*gga doin' sh*t we been did, they my lil' children
Tryna beef with the Team, better kill the stunts, this ain't Fear Factor
n*gga can't compete with the Team, we top tier gassers
I know you see me, neck and wrist look like chandeliers
We got out the mud, jumped off the porch, it's bast*rd kids
She braggin' to her friends, like, "Them n*ggas don't get money fast as him"
Gang and them just a bunch of dope fiend scammer pimps
Drug dealers, we flu flammin', we make bags do flips
F&N'll make the toughest n*gga do ballet sh*t
I hit the b*tch, then I hit her with the flea flicker
Bust on a b*tch face, can't believe he kissed her, the Plug
[Chorus]
I hit her, then I passed her, hit the b*tch with the flea flicker
Chef Ralfy put you on a platter, we'll deep dish you
We do this sh*t for gang, long live the Great, you know we miss you
sh*ttin' on n*ggas, we gettin' money, so we don't need tissue
I hit her, then I passed her, hit the b*tch with the flea flicker
Chef Ralfy put you on a platter, we'll deep dish you
We do this sh*t for gang, long live the Great, you know we miss you
sh*ttin' on n*ggas, we gettin' money, so we don't need tissue

[Verse 2]
sh*ttin' on n*ggas, got diarrhea, so I'ma need some tissue
F&N shells jumpin' out the clip if I feel it's an issue
She like, "I got some money for you, Ralfy", you know I miss you
Punk b*tch, you guessed if you thought I was gon' kiss you
They like, "We know you hate n*ggas but did you have to lynch dude?"
I'm a coach, I play the ref' to make sh*t official
Get fouled out, we tote TECs, your family'll miss you
I hung my cleats up, we gettin' tons of legal dough
I know you don't want me to go back to bleedin' Stincs no more
I know one thing, a punk b*tch better not think I need her, though
They like, "Ralfy, you the truth, you got a greasy flow"
Neck froze, so every time I step out I think I need a coat
I'm in the barnyard with all G.O.A.T's with pieces on
I stay away from pawns, I don't need no n*ggas leechin' on me
We big Meech and you see the Stinc Team feastin', homie
Ten before ten, back at it again, it was an easy loaf
[Chorus]
I hit her, then I passed her, hit the b*tch with the flea flicker
Chef Ralfy put you on a platter, we'll deep dish you
We do this sh*t for gang, long live the Great, you know we miss you
sh*ttin' on n*ggas, we gettin' money, so we don't need tissue
I hit her, then I passed her, hit the b*tch with the flea flicker
Chef Ralfy put you on a platter, we'll deep dish you
We do this sh*t for gang, long live the Great, you know we miss you
sh*ttin' on n*ggas, we gettin' money, so we don't need tissue