Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Flint Boyz, artist - Rio Da Yung OG. Date of issue: 10.05.2024
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Flint Boyz |
| Ghetto Boyz shit, nigga |
| Still grindin' shit, nigga |
| (Boomin need extras) |
| In the hood right now with a hundred on me |
| Four chains on now, why you lookin' at me? |
| In the drop-head Benz with the— |
| Ahh, alright |
| I'm in the drop-head Benz with the Honey Badger |
| I'll jump out this pretty bitch and get to bustin' at you |
| There go the car, I'm finna throw a whole hundred at it |
| My bitch bad, plus I get cash, I got a hundred habits |
| I tried to chase him, he was runnin' like a fuckin' rabbit |
| I made a statement with the switch, fully automatic |
| I dropped eighty in his whip, caught him out in traffic |
| Then he almost hit a pole, I tried to make him crash it |
| Bitch, suck the dick or somethin', that'll make me happy |
| Got an old pint of Hi-Tech, it came in the plastic |
| Walk in my kitchen, I got six eights in the cabinet |
| I need some resin 'cause I got a brick play Saturday |
| I just walked a nigga down in a Bape jacket |
| And I hit all my hoes raw, bro, I hate Magnums |
| I got a talent, I can shoot a .308 backwards |
| I just bought a rose-gold presi', now I hate platinum |
| Zip my hoodie up and gun you down in a Bape jacket |
| Bitch body natural as hell, but her face plastic |
| Get up and get this shit on my own 'cause I hate askin' |
| Once a nigga hear me say somethin', he gon' pay faster |
| 300K play on floor, that's a pape' package |
| Nigga, every day, I'm 'bout green, fuck St. Patrick |
| I can't believe this nigga tryna stunt in some fake glasses |
| Got the world tryna steal our style, now I hate rappin' |
| I just fucked an Instagram model, had to tape that one |
| Ri gave me a lil' blue pill like, "Here, take that one" |
| I know the way I put that shit on make you hate fashion |
| Told bro to grab a six of Wock' out the gray cabinet |
| Every time I see my opps, them niggas broke like they hate havin' it |
| I'm up some dog shit, I can't go broke, I got eight habits |
| Best watch in your showcase, I'll take that one |
| Alright, okay, yeah |
| The best watch in your showcase, I'll take that one |
| From the streets to the rap a hard turn, how you make that one? |
| Deuce of Trish, a lil' four of Wock', finna break balance |
| Naw, I don't see you gettin' this far, but you got talent |
| You got the Off-Whites on I like to rock, bro, I gotta grab 'em |
| Always keep a scale around too, boy, I gotta have it |
| Too much of this in one pop, nasty, this is no casket |
| If my car clean like I'm dead, this is no casket |
| Pull up, serve you a quarter or two, nigga, no basket |
| I just bought a Louis duffle, probably don't drag it |
| Still feel like I out-trap all the trappers, nigga, no braggin' |
| Niggas probably dress like they pop and get no action |
| Thought he was a stepper, we just toe-tagged him |
| Why you talkin' 'bout my chain? Let your ho ask me |
| Seven hundred horses in the 'Cat, finna blow past 'em |
| I just made a hundred racks sellin' blow packages |
| Eight hundred for a line, bitch, this Actavis |
| Palm Angel hoodie fifteen hundred, but I'm grabbin' it |
| If the bitch ass look fake, then I'm grabbin' it |
| Grab a bitch by her ankles when I'm stabbin' it |
| Man, come on, bro, that ain't enough |
| I mean, I need some more beat, bro |