"FLASHING PINTS" lyrics
Pass me my cup, I need that Trish in me
This your house, bae? Let me put a brick in it
Asking bitches do they got folks? That's the pimp in me
Toyota, Dodge, Rolls-Royce, Ferrari, I don't get Bentley
One deep in LA, I'm with Bricc Baby
A whole human being, but she suck me like a tick
Let the wrong nigga laugh 'bout Travis Hunter and his chick
On my kids, I'll tell you something crazy 'bout your bitch
These niggas love to kick you when you down
No matter what, if this life shit get hard, I'ma smile
Niggas washing up with Dove, bitch, you stank, get some Dial
Your mans locked, you fucked his BM, niggas foul
Red-light runner, in the 'Cat, get a towel
Seen a pint of Wockhardt with the seal, got aroused
Loyal to the gang, Lunch Crew, I took a vow
I was sick to my stomach, seen Flo Milli with a child
Need some Pepto-Bis'
Sneaky T'll rob you quick as hell, so protect your wrist
Too much damn money in my account, so the check don't fit
Ten bitches tellin' me they for me, may the best ho win
Nigga, I'm ridin' with Kanye 'til my dyin' day
Drunk an eight of Quagen, took an Addy, now I'm wide awake
Please, Adidas, stop sellin' Yeezys, man, I'm not okay
How the fuck is you the plug and you buyin' eights? Damn
That's a smoke bag
Every feature that I ever did left a toe tag
Carried all these niggas, got me walkin' with a broke back
I get money, smell good, and I'm a dope dad
Dirty Donut smoke is grade A, this a pro pack
I ain't got no shame in doin' nothin', got to know that
Bitch dog me out, if I want to, I'ma go back
And if a nigga take her, I'ma go and get my ho back
This Gemini shit
I got to win, I ain't fuckin' with that tie shit
Codeine junkie, oh my God, I need some guidance
Shaquille O'Neal with investin', what's the buy-in?
Hit Colin Stangel in New York for the pieces
My cologne don't come from Macy's, gotta get this shit from Neimans
Baby came here on a visa, nose full of Justin Bieber
Bitch, I got that type of swagger turn Kehlani to an eater (Fuck)
Fat nigga, but I'm confident
Mama said she wanna retire, so I gotta win
Retired from the streets, I'm gettin' money with the college kids
I call your bitch to suck it, that's it, she a bobblehead
If you got a big heart, gotta protect it
And if she loyal, fuck a Rollie, gotta Patek her
Pour some Sprite in a baby bottle, get my extras
Fuckin' cold shit now, I be disgusted by my exes
I guess I'm picky now
Seein' Trouble murdered made me never go to bitches' house
Get your ass beat like your daddy, put that blicky down
Get that cat beat like your mama, pull them Vickys down
Hmm, I'm a GOAT, nigga
I know that money 'bout to come 'cause my toes itchin'
Havin' hoes be so damn pointless, they be gold diggers
Havin' hoes be so damn pointless 'less they go-getters
Fuck I'm gon' do with eight freaky beggin' broke bitches? Hello
This your house, bae? Let me put a brick in it
Asking bitches do they got folks? That's the pimp in me
Toyota, Dodge, Rolls-Royce, Ferrari, I don't get Bentley
One deep in LA, I'm with Bricc Baby
A whole human being, but she suck me like a tick
Let the wrong nigga laugh 'bout Travis Hunter and his chick
On my kids, I'll tell you something crazy 'bout your bitch
These niggas love to kick you when you down
No matter what, if this life shit get hard, I'ma smile
Niggas washing up with Dove, bitch, you stank, get some Dial
Your mans locked, you fucked his BM, niggas foul
Red-light runner, in the 'Cat, get a towel
Seen a pint of Wockhardt with the seal, got aroused
Loyal to the gang, Lunch Crew, I took a vow
I was sick to my stomach, seen Flo Milli with a child
Need some Pepto-Bis'
Sneaky T'll rob you quick as hell, so protect your wrist
Too much damn money in my account, so the check don't fit
Ten bitches tellin' me they for me, may the best ho win
Nigga, I'm ridin' with Kanye 'til my dyin' day
Drunk an eight of Quagen, took an Addy, now I'm wide awake
Please, Adidas, stop sellin' Yeezys, man, I'm not okay
How the fuck is you the plug and you buyin' eights? Damn
That's a smoke bag
Every feature that I ever did left a toe tag
Carried all these niggas, got me walkin' with a broke back
I get money, smell good, and I'm a dope dad
Dirty Donut smoke is grade A, this a pro pack
I ain't got no shame in doin' nothin', got to know that
Bitch dog me out, if I want to, I'ma go back
And if a nigga take her, I'ma go and get my ho back
This Gemini shit
I got to win, I ain't fuckin' with that tie shit
Codeine junkie, oh my God, I need some guidance
Shaquille O'Neal with investin', what's the buy-in?
Hit Colin Stangel in New York for the pieces
My cologne don't come from Macy's, gotta get this shit from Neimans
Baby came here on a visa, nose full of Justin Bieber
Bitch, I got that type of swagger turn Kehlani to an eater (Fuck)
Fat nigga, but I'm confident
Mama said she wanna retire, so I gotta win
Retired from the streets, I'm gettin' money with the college kids
I call your bitch to suck it, that's it, she a bobblehead
If you got a big heart, gotta protect it
And if she loyal, fuck a Rollie, gotta Patek her
Pour some Sprite in a baby bottle, get my extras
Fuckin' cold shit now, I be disgusted by my exes
I guess I'm picky now
Seein' Trouble murdered made me never go to bitches' house
Get your ass beat like your daddy, put that blicky down
Get that cat beat like your mama, pull them Vickys down
Hmm, I'm a GOAT, nigga
I know that money 'bout to come 'cause my toes itchin'
Havin' hoes be so damn pointless, they be gold diggers
Havin' hoes be so damn pointless 'less they go-getters
Fuck I'm gon' do with eight freaky beggin' broke bitches? Hello
