Sum Frm Flint (feat. Jbeezy.Lfg)

I'm finna grind hard in this bitch till my tank on E

Three bullets hit him like a strikeout, keep a K on me

I can hit shit from straight deep, Rod Wave Elite

L.A, he keep a cap on, bitch, we play for keeps

I got a light skin with a fat ass, she a flint, bitch

Every time I get a new whip, I get that bitch tinted

Trap house like a sky zone, keep the bricks flippin

Clean a dirty K with dirty water, this a flint pistol

I'm a demon, ridin' around in Hellcats and no scat pack

He walked out, gave him a round of applause, but he ain't clap back

Drakeo, I got three rulers inside of this backpack

Hotbox, you wanna walk in, here, go get a hazmat

Went inside of Lids, but I don't cap, go put the hat back

Got a hundred thousands stashed in blues, I don't want cash back

I'm untraceable, I keep all my work in a trash bag

He sent the open verse, I hit him right back (with my cashapp)

BFB, I told her, ETD, she look like Pac-Man

You want a car, I scratch the VIN number, call me the Scatman

Only poppin' out at night in all black, call me Batman

Kicked her out, cause she ain't wanna fuck, gave me a lapdance

He was dissin, must've not took no-notes from his last friend

Have a label meeting with the plug, I sold my last ten

She was tryna run, I pulled it out and put it back in

I went to church and shot that bitch up, that was my last sin

We ain't shootin' up the church, this **** Drake trippin

Stuff some money inside the contribution for that vague sentence

Request some money from the bank under a fake business

How no progress bein' made, y'all got the same vision

He ain't got motivation and you broke, but that's the same difference

If you was gave a second life, you'd go the same distance

Dev accidentally cracked my hoes, we got the same victims

This rap shit is side gig until a verse blow

I'm shootin' music vids during my shift, wearin' my work clothes

My bitch keep gettin' in confrontations with my work hoes

Shorty made me sad before I came, so now I work slow

Heh, wait, I think I'm gettin' fired

Rock a ****, shoot back to the crib and change up my attire

I used to think these hoes deserved shit, I'm changin' how I'm wired

That **** tried to press me on some shit and turned into a flyer

Went to shoot the church, fuck, went to shoot the church up

Jbeezy said that Drake trippin, he poured a Pepsi in a Sprite

So he fake sippin

Parked the car at Handicap at Walmart, now I'm fake limpin

Might've put that white up in her smile, but I'm a fake dentist

Took his hoe and put her on a cam, but put her face in it

Bitch, I paid a band for your hair, why your lace lifted

Say you never did this shit before, the city say different

How you broke with no dreams? I guess you hate winnin

I'm finna grind hard in this bitch till my tank on E

Three bullets hit him like a strikeout, keep a K on me

I can hit shit from straight deep, Rod Wave Elite

L.A, he keep a cap on, bitch, we play for keeps

I got a light skin with a fat ass, she a flint, bitch

Every time I get a new whip, I get that bitch tinted