FLINTACHUSETTS lyrics

[Intro]
(Reuel, stop playing with these n*ggas)

[Verse 1: GMD Jets]
Ayy, sick of f*ckin' on my opps' hoes
Brand-new pair of Pradas on my feet, b*tch, you ain't got those
I been havin' hundreds in my pocket since a snot-nose
Took a trip to Cali, had to re-up with my vatos
Ayy, Bentley truck, a hundred P's in here
Pull up with some money, we ain't doin' sh*t for free in here
Smokin' out the VIP, I swear to God, can't even see in here
Hella b*tches in my section
Had to call my plug when I was down, I need a blessing
How the f*ck you thirty-five and broke? That's depressing
I just lost a fifty in the mail, had me stressing
Ayy, got some sh*t that you don't know about
Where you keep the chicken, never tell your lil' bro about
I been stackin' paper, n*gga, I ain't really goin' out
Broke up with my b*tch, n*ggas told me that she hoin' now
Damn, swear to God, that had me f*cked up
Giannis in my clip, I'm just tryna get my bucks up
Ayy, took my BM to a steakhouse
Heard they got some pounds up in the crib, we finna stake out
b*tches tryna kiss me in the club, but we don't make out
f*ck I look like? A sucker
All I rock is gray brims, b*tch, this ain't a trucker
I just left New York, I'm servin' zaza at the Rucker, n*gga
f*ck you talkin' 'bout, b*tch?
[Verse 2: Louie Ray]
Yeah (Okay), I just served a blow pack (Yeah)
Pull up to the show lookin' like I sell (Crack)
Yeah (Yeah), still lookin' like I sell crack
How the f*ck you make it overseas? I was well-wrapped
Still get some money overseas, this a snail trap
You takin' too long in the booth, now get the snail rap (Yeah, damn)

[Verse 3: Rio Da Yung OG]
Do you smell that? Balla Berry mixed with A1 and Axl packs
KD just sold me cut lean, I'm finna sell it back
pus*y ass n*gga, them n*ggas told on you, you finna tell back?
I was finna put the pressure on 'em, but I fell back
I’m cruisin' with a Five-seveN on me, off a twelve of Act'
Me and Mike was never pourin' light, we drunk a Hellcat
I lost my b*tch and my clientele, I want the scale back

[Verse 4: Louie Ray & Rio Da Yung OG]
You came out f*cked up like a jail tat
The A-team huddle in the booth and then jail rap
You say you only f*ck with thick hoes, but your girl patty
Still feelin' safe even when I creep because my girl strapped
Spoiled hoes be askin' dumb sh*t like, "Bring the world back" (Damn)
Cook a half a chicken in the pot, you know it smell bad
Pour another six on top of this, we brought a twelve back
Take a big gulp, then do a twelve fast (Come on)
I'm doin' a hundred gettin' away, I made 12 crash
Left his body in the bando, now it smell bad
Did a hundred gettin' away, I made 12 crash
I wasn't even in LA an hour, made a sale fast
When it's pure, in the fiend ear, tend to sell fast
Wrap a n*gga out in public too, but I sell bags
(I'm a trap n*gga, man)
[Verse 5: Rio Da Yung OG]
Alright, hold on, who the f*ck is this?
I just drunk a 10 of Wockhardt, I don't f*ck with Tris
The drank I got clean, and I know 'cause I bust a script
Alright, I bust a nut then dip
This b*tch really think I ain't finna f*ck her cause she f*ck with Chris
Girl, I don't give a f*ck 'bout that, that's my brother, b*tch
Took a Perc 30, then Rio takes another sip
The diamond link on my Rio piece cost a f*ckin' brick
(This a EDD, I got this off the book, f*ck the government)