601drxco - SUM FRM FLINT (feat. Jbeezy.Lfg) Lyrics

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 f*ck, 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 nigga 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 nigga, 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 nigga tried to press me on some shit and turned into a flyer
Went to shoot the church, f*ck, 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