"Flash" lyrics
(feat. Bloodhound Q50)
I'll never get my chain snatched
Nigga rather blow up off of rap than get they pain back
Catch a artist recording, all you hear is switches in the playback
Hit songs all night long, nigga, Keith Sweat
Ain't nobody playing poker outside where I stay at
Once upon a time, they minds wanted my replacement
I expect that you can love the game, but it won't say it back
You relate to that? Hundred cash, brown paper bag
I been thinking fast, I want him smashed, is that too much to ask?
I done hit up so many, ain't know who would think to wear a mask
Make a clean quick fifty cash for jumping out and bussing heads
Button and a regular thumb for backup, case I miss you bad
Organized one on one, and something hit through the windshield glass
All he saw was sparks cover the car bumper to rental tag
Even work on holidays, help make you ghost of Christmas past
Hating turned to being a fan, your son favorite album MAD
I was making Young Slimers with Thug night 'fore he got grabbed
He was happy that we actually had guns laying in a strike trail
Lot of people really ain't 'bout beefing, well shit, I am
Every show, every promoter know I'm getting that pipe in, ain't never tucking my ice in
I'll never get my chain snatched
Nigga rather blow up off of rap than get they pain back
Catch a artist recording, all you hear is switches in the playback
Hit songs all night long, nigga, Keith Sweat
Ain't nobody playing poker outside where I stay at
Once upon a time, they minds wanted my replacement
I expect that you can love the game, but it won't say it back
You relate to that? Hundred cash, brown paper bag
Niggas ran off with them watches, but they paid for that
Watch your mouth, hits like hot lights, I'll tell foenem to play it back
Only time I compete with my brothers 'bout who aim the best
I wasn't on that mission, but I was 'cause I paid for that
When I lost my twin, I stood on all ten, I ain't break a sweat
I break hearts and families, my man said it gon' break the 'net
Got so used to blowing switches, you see one on every Glock
Every gen I got is dirty, in a week I had to swap
You hear them switches in that playback, know that I'm who sent the shots
Ask me how I got my name, I got a thing for catching opps
Niggas tuck they chain around me, just ask bro, don't buy this watch
Leave your gang sent up for real, don't Uber share if you got opps
Who you know that's young and turnt, clapping shit and dumping bricks?
That nigga said that he don't like me 'cause his bitch was eating dick
I done brung my fucking drum, aye, Jeff, let me see yo' stick
And if Geeski say he like it, then you know I'ma take that kit
Bitch, go
Long live my brother, he probably killed your bitch ass brother
You know that
Nigga rather blow up off of rap than get they pain back
Catch a artist recording, all you hear is switches in the playback
Hit songs all night long, nigga, Keith Sweat
Ain't nobody playing poker outside where I stay at
Once upon a time, they minds wanted my replacement
I expect that you can love the game, but it won't say it back
You relate to that? Hundred cash, brown paper bag
I been thinking fast, I want him smashed, is that too much to ask?
I done hit up so many, ain't know who would think to wear a mask
Make a clean quick fifty cash for jumping out and bussing heads
Button and a regular thumb for backup, case I miss you bad
Organized one on one, and something hit through the windshield glass
All he saw was sparks cover the car bumper to rental tag
Even work on holidays, help make you ghost of Christmas past
Hating turned to being a fan, your son favorite album MAD
I was making Young Slimers with Thug night 'fore he got grabbed
He was happy that we actually had guns laying in a strike trail
Lot of people really ain't 'bout beefing, well shit, I am
Every show, every promoter know I'm getting that pipe in, ain't never tucking my ice in
I'll never get my chain snatched
Nigga rather blow up off of rap than get they pain back
Catch a artist recording, all you hear is switches in the playback
Hit songs all night long, nigga, Keith Sweat
Ain't nobody playing poker outside where I stay at
Once upon a time, they minds wanted my replacement
I expect that you can love the game, but it won't say it back
You relate to that? Hundred cash, brown paper bag
Niggas ran off with them watches, but they paid for that
Watch your mouth, hits like hot lights, I'll tell foenem to play it back
Only time I compete with my brothers 'bout who aim the best
I wasn't on that mission, but I was 'cause I paid for that
When I lost my twin, I stood on all ten, I ain't break a sweat
I break hearts and families, my man said it gon' break the 'net
Got so used to blowing switches, you see one on every Glock
Every gen I got is dirty, in a week I had to swap
You hear them switches in that playback, know that I'm who sent the shots
Ask me how I got my name, I got a thing for catching opps
Niggas tuck they chain around me, just ask bro, don't buy this watch
Leave your gang sent up for real, don't Uber share if you got opps
Who you know that's young and turnt, clapping shit and dumping bricks?
That nigga said that he don't like me 'cause his bitch was eating dick
I done brung my fucking drum, aye, Jeff, let me see yo' stick
And if Geeski say he like it, then you know I'ma take that kit
Bitch, go
Long live my brother, he probably killed your bitch ass brother
You know that
