Flint Flow ft. $Doughboy$ Lyrics

Everyone has to follow the rules, Jim

No exceptions

That's how wars are won

Some people suffer

That man is weak

A disgrace to his uniform

To hell with that guy

Hear the bass beatin down the block, yeah you know that's me

Movin' like the military, nigga, you don't want no beef

Hit a nigga block, have bash come clean the scene

Rerock the nigga, but the bottle said promethazine

Shit, nigga, that is not no juice

Drop a hundred, got to the crib and the stock was loose

If I ain't knock a nigga teeth out shit, I knock them loose

Four ounces in the deuce of sprite when I hit the booth

Who's that knockin' at the door? Just another fien

Pulled the pistol, shot the nigga, look like he was finna swing

You could hear the motor, cuz that bitch kinda soundin mean n my opps broke tweakin shi they ain't on a thing

Dough just dropped another hit, now this is mine

Real street, niggas, shit, y'all bitches better visualize

Wait, they house got a couple cameras, let me improvise we'll do a nigga wrong, shit, we pick our fights

Dough used to rob houses, this nigga got the block hot

Drop a whole hundred out the window got the chop hot

This nigga actin' like a deebo, nigga, but you not stop

Big 40 on my hip, that bitch like a cock block

Bitch, I'm ready for war

Gave her long john silver n she beggin' for more

There's a nine in my jeans when I'm in the store

Drop him on the floor, buy my shit and walk out the door

Twenty songs plus these other niggas need to check the score

Doughboy, I'm way too clever, I got plenty of skill

Spinnin' blocks without a mask when I pop a seal

I was doin' bad diggin' in the trash for a decent meal

Shit, I ain't judgein' nobody, nigga, that's what they chose

Doughboy steppin' on shit, better watch yo toes

I want the motherfuckin' cash, I don't want yo hoe

Nigga might get your ass popped, don't stand too close

Niggas iffy shit, get tricky, I can't trust nothin'

Call me Lil' Ceasar, how I'm ready, n I keep shit comin'

She say I think I'm a know-it-all, but I don't know nothin'

Hit her from the back, that ass fat like a chicken dumpling

Beat it up, break her off, then I hit the booth

The way I'm talkin' shit if i was you I'd hate me too

Ice cold pimp on the mic, I'm way too smooth

Sittin' on my ass, spittin' lines while I'm sippin' sploosh

I ain't givin' no time to a bitch that smell like oof

You ain't gettin' a dollar from me, hoe, I'm not no goof

Four-star general in the field, I'm not no private

We finessin' for the loot like some new age pirates