Flint Scene

Lyrics

[Intro] (Enrgy made this one) [Verse 1: YSR Gramz] If you stayed on my block, I probably stole your bike Boy, don't tell them police nothin', you better know your rights I used to bully everybody, I like to start fights Jay just blew like twenty-somethin' bands, it took him one night I'ma trap in white Forces, go buy Off-White We from Beecher, Lou from Stockdale, but we all tight You better get up off your ass, you wanna ball, right? A nigga put his hands on one of us, we gon' all fight Took this lil' bitch out to eat and gave her all pipe Them niggas ain't on shit with them guns, them niggas all hype The weed so fire, one 'Wood'll get us all high Put a potato on that bitch, it shoot large fries Any nigga speak on Gabe name, I hope they all die Bro got aim with this bitch, he can hit a fly I don't fear niggas, I was shoppin' with my nigga Fly I'ma shoot this switchy at your face, nigga, if you try [Verse 2: YN Jay] Mike Vick, it's a dogfight Before my niggas shoot it out, I tell my dogs fight Security right by Gucci, you the mall guy White boy hit an eight-ball, that's the Paul guy Drunk as hell of liquor in the club, I'm the fall guy Amiri shoes with the big bottom, I'm the tall guy I'll tell a bitch the truth before I ever lie I just went and bought some Marni on the sweater side Did you run off on the plug or he let you slide? Got shot with the new gun, he got electrofied Spread my wings, jumped off a building hoping I can fly Unc' got aim with this bitch, he can drop a fly Went to church with a suit on, I forgot the tie Went to granny house on Thanksgiving, I forgot the pie Cussin' McDonalds workers out, they forgot my fries I done made a hundred thousand dollars a lot of times [Verse 3: Louie Ray] Shit I got white Forces on, wearin' Off-White Sellin' big bags of the sizzy, look like white rice They talkin' 'bout the Flint scene when they talk spice They tellin' me that I got water on me like it's not ice Say I only hit her two times like it's not twice It's a gamble when I'm on the table, but it's not dice Shootin' with his left hand, he ain't do it right Bitch, I'ma argue with you later, I can't do it high Music got me not sellin' shit, all I do is buy Uh, when most niggas rap, all they do is lie I'm grindin' like I got a certain time I gotta get it by Ten-thousand-dollar dog at home, I get it high A hundred thousand dollars cash, to me, you just gettin' by