Flint Cypher

Lyrics

[Intro: RMC Mike] Aha, hm, hm, yeah (Ooh, Sav killed it) Yeah, alright, alright [Verse 1: RMC Mike] I think it's time to get that money back in rotation You got some pape' to spend, drop the location If I do it, I'm goin' fed, fuck some probation Feed him liquor like it's bullets, got him so wasted I spent a pretty penny on my wristwatch Every five years, these niggas change like hip-hop Twelve thousand for the paint, came flip-flop Bitch, I'm still gettin' money, ain't shit stop [Verse 2: GrindHard E] Me and bro sippin' drank, told him fill my cup to the tip top Told the plug send them 'bows, he accidentally sent a brick out When it's a problem, I can nevеr tell my nephew, hе gon' flip out Bitch pussy loose, when I tried to fuck, my dick slipped out Fiend walked up to my whip, I told her— alright Fiend walked up to my whip, I told her kick rocks Nigga put his hands on me like Will Smith, I would've killed him if I was Chris Rock Unc' thought he had some straight drop, but wouldn't shit lock [Verse 3: YSR Gramz] I'ma pull this gun out on you, I ain't gon' lip box He a pair of big Bs, put his ass in a big box Red beam on this Glock stick make your whip stop You the type of nigga ask a nigga, "Can I rent your watch?" (That's chatty shit, lame-ass nigga), that's a goofy move I have my bitch give me sloppy head when I ain't in the mood Put a silencer on the Glock (Pew, pew), sound like a 22 My lil' nigga a savage, he shoot people, he only twenty-two [Verse 4: RMC Mike] Call Gramz to send a hit, he yell, "Hooty-hoo" Niggas'll crash about a bitch, that's what coochie do Should I knock his head off? What would Boosie do? Long hair, thick ass, pussy juicy fruit [Verse 5: GrindHard E] Spin a block, tryna line him up like a Rubik's Cube He hit an eight-ball and lost it all, but he wasn't shootin' pool Doctor give the scripts to auntie Faith for every month because she sixty-two Bein' petty with the drank, I got a twelve and poured six twos [Verse 6: YSR Gramz] I was shippin' 'bows to lil' bro like they ship shoes Stomped a nigga out while I was hoopin' in my gym shoes Beat a big nigga ass, don't give a fuck if he was 6'2" My nigga get money, but he can't rap, he like Big Lou [Verse 7: RMC Mike] How you out here trickin' with a bitch, but your rent due? Police on his ass, I'm like, "Lil' bro, what the fuck you done got into?" Wanna tell it all, but got nobody, I'm like who the fuck I vent to? Takin' high doses of the Perc' and the Wock' 'cause I got issues [Verse 8: GrindHard E] Bitch physically pretty, but she ugly in her mental Scared me, sent a text that said she late up on her menstrual Cycle, told the bitch to beat it like I'm Michael Bitch psycho, she'll talk crazy to you and try to fight you [Verse 9: YSR Gramz] Thought I was buyin' 'bows, but got robbed, I just psych'd you Punched so many bars in, I might start a Flint cypher You would think Roddy was my granddad how I piped her Pussy fire, bitch went to jail, so I had to write her