Flintana lyrics

[Intro]
(His name's Pablo!)

[Verse 1: RMC Mike]
60 million streams, that's the goal, already got 40
One up top, I send you to the sky with this Glock 40
First time I seen a dope sale I was in Pop Warner
Louie don't take the whole 30, he just pop quarters
Up 20 racks on my b*tch, she call me chatty
I got adopted twice, I need a meal from all 3 families
Make my fiends get high together, aye Paul meet Andy
Lately I been taxing like a b*tch, you can call be Sammy

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
Mike voice deep as hell, he might be my dad
Finna give this lil' b*tch some di*k like she never had
f*ck four hoes in 3 hours, call another cab
This b*tch done drunk the whole bar, I need another tab
Beatin' up pus*y with my left, throw another jab
Bro nem just shot another opp, cooked another crab
Young n*gga mouth full of gold, ridin' on slabs
n*ggas try to talk some paper, it just make me laugh

[Verse 3: YN Jay]
Hold on
n*ggas talkin paper, they ain't got it, that sh*t make me mad
I just made 20 thousand, that sh*t made me glad
I just f*cked my main b*tch mama, like that can't be dad
40 make his body get to glitchin', I just made him lag
Oh you said you wanna do a feature, n*gga, pay me half
I be giving Keisha big nugs, I got Katie mad
I just hit the road with 2 bow's in a Macy's bag
[Verse 4: Louie Ray]
Park the car outside the spot, bro I'm here
Whip out Glock, fire 2 or 3 shots in the air
I ain't high, I'm just lettin' n*ggas know that I'm aware
17 rubbers on me, tell the hoes I'm prepared
Got a couple hoes sitting at the spot, but they scared
I bet dawg wouldn't have never said sh*t if I was there
If I go to bust a onion down, nah that's a nickel
Good shots will have your family goin' to the 'spital

[Verse 5: RMC Mike]
Yachty got some earrings in his ear that'll blind your eye
Woke up at 8 and made a 10 before 9:05
One b*tch just ain't enough, I'm finna line up five
Trap money got me high as f*ck, I can't find the rhyme
Do this in my sleep, I spice talk with no f*ckin' effort
Went to church praying for my sins, then served the reverend
Freaky b*tch love to suck my di*k while I swerve the Tesla
40 round clip on that chop, yeah the curve is extra

[Verse 6: Lil Yachty]
Wood grain by the window pane, yeah it cost me extra
f*cked a model b*tch with dry throat so I gave her Allegra
Latin b*tch with a long nose, look like Snoh Aalegra
f*cked her life up, now she wishing that she never met ya
Put a b*tch on Kevin Federline, and etcetera
Pull up with a baby chop, with a suppressor
Pull up with a white coat, like a professor
F&N with no scope, sit on the dresser
[Verse 7: YN Jay]
Hold on
I just hit him in his yeah, all you heard was boom
I was really in them streets, I ain't watch cartoons
Keep a close eye on bro nem, gotta watch my goons
In the titty bar grabbing titties, let me see them boobs
Turn the TV on Channel 12, I think he made the news
Ridin' with a knot of old hundreds this sh*t can't be blues
Pass me the motherf*ckin' gun if you ain't gon shoot

[Verse 8: Louie Ray]
Okay I sell dope and tote big straps, you know I f*ck around
We gon' get some money off the rap, cause it's enough around
I ain't famous yet, but she gon' still let me bust her down
Too street, I'm on another street, calming beef down
Drag race up through the A where they arrest us
My team stay loyal through the bumps, it's impressive
Somebody wanna f*ck me every night, but that's expected
Made my last b*tch change her lifestyle, it's unaccepted

[Outro: Louie Ray]
Yeah
Okay, okay
Yeah
A-Team, A-Team, A-Team