Flint Flow lyrics

[Intro: Baglife Tee]
(A3 Music)
Okay, A3
Let me see how I'm finna get this b*tch right quick
Baglife, n*gga
I got it
I be in the C's, naw
I be in the streets
Alright

[Chorus: Baglife Tee]
I really used to thug with my n*ggas up on Genesee
Say it's smoke, my n*ggas really bomin', we gon' clear the scene
Chops hold a hundred, Dracos, we got .223s
Broke the wood on my Draco, this b*tch chop through trees

[Verse 1: Baglife Tee]
Do you know what that mean?
You can try to run all you want, but you can't hide from me
I'm tryna shoot his gums through his throat, make him swallow teeth

[Verse 2: Iz Bo]
(Iz Bo)
Damn, Tee, he gon' swallow teeth
I tried to make some plays with cocain', but I can't find the fiends
Every day, we be on MLK, but ain't got time for dreams
For the cheese, we gon' have to sprеad a n*gga, taco meat
Bullets hot, leavе your ass sweatin', need some jalapeñ'
Yeah, b*tch, we are not a thing
Askin' what I got you from the mall, lil' baby, not a thing
Never miss with that badda-boom or that badda-bing
Ain't no Rosa Parks up in this b*tch, you done lost your seat
[Verse 3: Baglife Tee]
You can smell the money all up on me, y'all talk be cheap
Walkin' all up on me like you know me gon' cost your teeth
n*ggas be bologna with some— alright
n*ggas be bologna, actin' phony with a piece of cheese

[Verse 4: Iz Bo]
b*tch, you lookin' dirty, lookin' homeless with them BDBs
Cross a n*gga, then I cross again like I'm CP3
High as f*ck, fallin' on my ass, this some weedy weed
I hit you, now you fallin', boy, you should've ate your Wheatie wheats

[Chorus: Baglife Tee]
I really used to thug with my n*ggas up on Genesee
Say it's smoke, my n*ggas really bomin', we gon' clear the scene
Chops hold a hundred, Dracos, we got .223s
Broke the wood on my Draco, this b*tch chop through trees

[Verse 5: Iz Bo]
Aim it at his legs, make a n*gga JuJu on the beat
They like, "Bo retarded, man, that boy went cuckoo on the beat"
Tee just asked who wanna shoot the gun, ooh, me, me, me
Said she got the matchin' bra and panties, b*tch, let me see

[Verse 6: Baglife Tee]
Rollin' at the mall off a Xanny, b*tch, let me be
Yeah, plus I got my cup
Turtle on my back, my arms tired tryna hold my cup
Check out my attire, sh*t be fire, I can't make this up
[Verse 7: Iz Bo]
I can tell Tee off the turtle, I can't wake him up
Like you ever seen a n*gga sleep standin' up?
When you get a cut, that be the only time you banded up
We be doin' sh*t that make you wish you never ran with us

[Verse 8: Baglife Tee]
Plugged in the streets, n*ggas really bustin' brands for us
Glock 23, you gotta know we keep some Gens with us
We use Glocks when we speak— alright, okay
We use Glocks when we speak, you don't really wanna man with us

[Verse 9: Iz Bo]
It's funny how them tables turn, now we got your mans with us
Last year, couldn't buy sh*t to eat, but now we got them bands with us
Weed, shrooms, and the Percocets, we got them Xans with us
You'll feel a n*gga punch you in your neck, we got them hands with us
Good in Beecher too, b*tch, we got Fried and we got Gramz with us
Producers beat you too, b*tch, we got AG and got Ben with us
Tee, this like the third opp this week, another one bites the dust
All the hoes be cuttin' your sh*t off 'cause you ain't hype as us

[Verse 10: Baglife Tee]
This n*gga wrote a hundred lines this week, he still ain't nice as us
That sh*t still ass
b*tch booty came stiff as f*ck, now that's a still ass
I can't make this up
I cheated on my b*tch, then bought a pound, hope this make us up
This gon' break us up
I flew her best friend to Miami, she got—
Okay, I flew her best friend to Miami, she got her tummy tucked