Flint Michigan

(It's a Wayne beat)
Yeah
Ghetto Boyz shit, nigga
Ayy, what time is it Jay?
(Fuck the fire, we got grease)

It's five in the morning, we just poured a five in a lil' pop
He told on everybody, got the hood hot
I don't even give a fuck 'bout what the hood got
Fuck around and got some K2 from a bookshop
Had him sittin' in a prison
That nigga told, they killed him in a prison
He ain't even make it home to see his siblings and his children
The weed got wet, now it's mildew
I won't judge you 'cause you broke, I used to steal too
Ten thousand for a pint of drink, somethin' I will do
Like, why would I pay you for some shit I'll let Will do?
I'm a off a blue M30, she on pills too
We just had the wildest sex ever
She sucked my dick so good, got her neck sweatin'
Five thousand dollars for a Rick sweater
I just bounced out the Feds, got my shit tethered
You ain't even been to the Feds, still ain't made a million
Still ain't made a half a million dollars, bruh, you niggas trippin'
Mike been with me fifteen years and he still with me
That's a 392, not a real Hemi
We just did donuts in a teal Kitty
He put the bitch in the business, she got killed with him
This a Rick Owens collab with Tommy Hilfiger
Don't bring your old school 'round my Pops, 'cause he will steal it

Nigga, I don't fuck that bitch, I just chill with her
But once I hit, I send her back to you, you gotta deal with her
How you accept the bitch cheatin' on you and you still with her
You niggas tender, but I keep it P, I'm a real nigga
You wanna be M-I-N-E, come sign a deal with us
I know them niggas don't like it, but gotta deal with us
Mike did a show by himself with a ten milli'
She had the nerve to call me broke, man, this bitch silly
He need to take his kit back, it's lookin' real dilly
No one was supposed to get hurt, but they still killed him
I just bought a pint of Qua' Qua' from a hillbilly
My cameraman cold with the shot, we let Fill kill him
Bro, it's 2025, how y'all still broke?
Doggy bone ain't ever got no pape', but he kill folks
I got this pint for half off 'cause the seal broke
I'm Chris Brown dancin' on the work, watch me heel-toe
Rio put it in a twenty ounce, this a real four
I popped a half of 'Zac too, movin' real slow
With this K9, I'll bust a rhyme and go Flipmode
We hit his Hellcat a hundred times, it went in Limp Mode
This fifty cal'll stop anything like some Brembos
Louis V biker jacket on, off the Timbos
I know Unc' done found my stash spot, it's a ten gone
A nigga caught a hundred series and got sent home

A nigga pulled up with a laundry bag, that's a big load
I'm in a skinny house with some thick hoes
"Ayy, Jay, how you walk in the crib and just pick hoes?"
She don't be owin' bread, but she got Ricks on
Fiend remodeled the whole crib, get your fix on
Put some ice right above my hand, got my wrist cold
Mike love his hood so much, he made six songs
Small waist with a fat ass, she got some big thongs
Bitch pulled up with some baby back ribs, she got big bones
My bitch mad at me, I'm tryna find out what I did wrong
I don't treat my house like the crib, but it's still home
I know a R&B artist made a drill song
Ayy, I know a nigga died tryna walk outside
I know a nigga with no car, he gotta call a ride
I know a nigga scared to shoot his gun, he sent his dog to slide (huh)
I'm finna beat the cat down, she know it's doggy time

Yeah
If I jump, gang gon' jump, we on froggy time
They usually let me in through the back, bro, I don't walk in lines
It's the best Glock for the button, that's why I bought the 9
And, nigga, I get paid just to rap every ti-
Paid just to rap, every time I talk, it's a fine
I don't talk when I fuck, when I do, it's a "Bye"
I just got a nine, not no pair of shoes, it's a box
They pull up in the black, when they leave, it's gonna look like a pair of Crocs
I crack hoes in two, they a pair of socks
Man, I got so much unreleased, I'm finna let it fly
You ever had to one-up on a bitch and just let her lie?
And watch 'em play crazy, I did that shit hella times
Huh, she must think I'm a dumb nigga
I done spent some money on some money, now it's front flippin'
I don't gotta pay for 'Za, I know the Runtz nigga
It's five hoes, I could've took the Chally, but the truck bigger
What nigga my age can make that decision?
Huh, I ain't even gon' back, it really ain't too many, it really ain't a lot
On the yacht with fine shit, they drinkin' Cut Water straight up out the box
You know they done came straight up out the twat
You ain't finna throw no hands with bro if I don't even box
Fuck, my phone done died on me, I can't tell the time
Starin' at a bust Rollie, like, "Why I buy a watch?"
Still fuck it and I ain't sayin' nothin', like "I was by a cop"
I'm in Vegas, heard they was two hundred, I might buy a bop
Nigga, I'll shoot at the boys before I light a rock
She put that water on me, should've got a firefighter job
Yeah, or she should've been a lifeguard
Flint was fun as a kid, talkin' 'bout life hard
Don't pull up tryna flex in the 'Cat, bro, we like cars
And we like other niggas whips, we don't like ours
Bitch, M Block