Flint To Lansing Pt. 4 lyrics

by

GrindHard E


[Intro: Tony Rose]
(Enrgy made this one)
Lil' more energy
Huh, huh

[Verse 1: Tony Rose]
Man, what the hell?
Don't worry 'bout me and your b*tch, I don't f*ck and tell
Fiend walked in and passed out, must've been the smell
I don't swipe, but my n*gga do, he'll punch your bail
You ain't never sold dope or touched a scale
My n*gga made a wrong play, now he stuck in jail
On the plane with a pint of lean, I snuck in a twelve
My b*tch got a fat ass, she can't tuck her tail

[Verse 2: GrindHard E]
I knew the fiend was about to OD 'cause she said farewell
If I tell you all the sh*t I did, it'd sound like a fairytale
I'll pay to get my OG out, he ever get a bail
My plug don't cop weed by the 'bows, he get 'em by the bale
It's a bird on a plane, not a snake, he got flew in the mail
Did some hot sh*t, dodged the hook, made a play by the jail
IG [?][0:35] the haters watchin', probably hate I won't fail
If I gotta slide, I'm doin' it by myself 'cause I know he won't tell

[Verse 3: Tony Rose]
Mm, I'm just gettin' started
I'm high as hell, but I still won't miss my target
I ain't signin' no deal, I'm a different artist
Got into it with a rap n*gga, now it's a missing artist
[Verse 4: GrindHard E]
These rap n*ggas tryna steal my flow, need to charge 'em for larceny
Seven phones on fire, they gon' probably try to charge me for arson
Head back into the jungle, I gotta live, I feel like I'm Tarzan
Had a clear pop, we pour light, but we turned it darkskin

[Verse 5: Tony Rose]
It's an arm and a leg for an ounce of red
n*gga tried to play with my drank, now he pronounced dead
Shot the crib up, now everybody in the house dead
My b*tch say I'm a cheater, but I don't count head

[Verse 6: GrindHard E]
I ain't got beef with nobody, all my opps dead
Had to take my phone to the trap 'cause the block dead
Police pull me over doin' five over, they say [?][1:14]
My n*gga got straight out the feds from locked up and bought a drophead

[Verse 7: Tony Rose]
n*gga want a verse, but he came with the wrong number
Made a bad play, now he broke for the whole summer
Got a b*tch from OT, she a road runner
Brought her ass to the trap and the stove burned her

[Verse 8: GrindHard E]
I knew he wasn't tryna shop, he asked my price, gave him the wrong number
Messy b*tch tried to call my phone, gave her the wrong number
The Draco made out of metal, but the handle lumber
I been sh*ttin' for so long, I backed the toilet up, I'ma need a plunger
[Verse 9: Tony Rose]
I been playin' with the work, I got dry hands
n*gga run up, he might die, it's a high chance
I keep a stick like a blind man
That n*gga left quick, I had a gun in my right hand

[Verse 10: GrindHard E]
n*gga play with me, subtracted years from his lifespan
If you book GrindHard and it's ghost, you got the right plan
Told my b*tch she was dealin' with a boy, she got the right man
I'll never use a ProMag, 'cause it might jam

[Verse 11: Tony Rose]
Oh, you wanna take it there?
Shoot a n*gga, then beat his ass, I ain't playin' fair
My b*tch ass soft like baby hair
Told my fiend, "Go around the corner, don't pay me here"

[Verse 12: GrindHard E]
Seen a big n*gga and had my heat on me, I told him stay right there
A n*gga touch me, he gon' D-I-E, I hope I made that clear
Promethazine with codeine only come from USA, they only make it here
Got killers everywhere, a n*gga got a problem OT, he won't make it here

[Verse 13: Tony Rose]
n*ggas hot as hell
Weighin' up when I'm drivin', almost drop the scale
I heard you don't move sh*t, you got a lot for sale
My n*gga got caught and snitched, he still gon' rot in jail
[Verse 14: GrindHard E]
Nine times out of ten, if you see me with some drank, then it's not for sale
You hear a different ringtone on my phone, it's the plug, it was not a sale
They almost thought the police did it, he was shot by twelve
We done probably gave out more shells than Taco Bell
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