Flint Style Lyrics

Wait a minute and hold on a second, Are we really finna do this

I think we are, Ah shit, here I go

Bitch don't talk too much I think she is amused

Fuckin on some ho ladies and they are widows

In the three something, I'm like Malcolm in the middle

Yeah, she finna ditto, man

Pop a nigga up like that boy is a fuckin pimple

Hit a nigga in his head, I aimed right for his temple

Yeah

She hit on my bitch with her mommy, it was confident

I got so much money I think I, I got so much money I think I, I got so much money I think

I never buy a rental

Damn

I really love, I really love bitches with like 12 yards and white toes on her bitch

ass, she might make me kill

Yeah

We be happy

But if she tell you her love, boy, we be happy

I already fucked all of her friends, that's all that matters

Yeah

Pop you on the tail

I'll pop you so smooth smoke you like to shatter

Yeah

What it really do, got some sputters