Flint Rock Lyrics

Two phones, two hoes

Wear a two-tone

He too cold

You dig?

Two-tone Patek on my wrist, it got them blue stones

New phone, bunnies on my dick, I'm in the stew though

I shoot foes, if they keep the chatting, get a tombstone

The group known, we some real killers

We like to shoot domes

Fuck the age, I'll just pull up with my fake

Calico Jack, let me pour it in my Minute Maid

I don't like the lames, they trying to run my fade

Skrting in my Ford, now I'm trying to dodge the Jake's

Fuck a rat

I just bought a dime bitch that new Prada bag

I'm leaning, spilled the Henny

Hey G do you got a rag?

Fuck a check worth two M's, little bro that's a lot of cash

Brought fame to the city, I put them on the map

Yeah I put them on the map, put them on the map

Said I ain't shit now you know that I gotta brag

Bought a new fit first time wearing, it still got a tag

And I know you hurt, I ain't talking about no Johnny Cash

I'm in the trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap

Running with the mac, mac, mac, mac, mac, mac

Bullets send you back, back, back, back, back, back

Mags keep them stacked, I blast, shoot you in the ass

Two-tone Patek on my wrist, it got them blue stones

New phone, bunnies on my dick, I'm in the stew though

I shoot foes, if they keep the chatting, get a tombstone

The group known, we some real killers

We like to shoot domes

Fuck the age, I'll just pull up with my fake

Calico Jack, let me pour it in my Minute Maid

I don't like the lames, they trying to run my fade

Skrting in my Ford, now I'm trying to dodge the Jake's

Fuck a rat

Let me talk, I'm drinking hard liquor

Now I wobble when I walk

Loud at the party yelling "woo" like I'm Pop

That's a lot of talk so I hit them with the mop

Boy you know I still be at the top

Got myself a mullet don't be playing with Moonrock

Pull up in a trench coat, my pockets got two glocks

Headed to your city, roll the window and shoot opps

Your GF talking about me, heard she said that I'm too hot

Got a Angelina you can call me Mr. Smith

Hollows hit your spouse and that pussy that you with

You looking like a meme, they gonna turn you to a gif

I'm taking east to west, no Key and Peele, no Grundelplith

Two-tone Patek on my wrist, it got them blue stones

New phone, bunnies on my dick, I'm in the stew though

I shoot foes, if they keep the chatting, get a tombstone

The group known, we some real killers

We like to shoot domes

Fuck the age, I'll just pull up with my fake

Calico Jack, let me pour it in my Minute Maid

I don't like the lames, they trying to run my fade

Skrting in my Ford, now I'm trying to dodge the Jake's

Fuck a rat