Flint Michigan

(It's a Wayne beat)

Yeah

Ghetto Boyz shit, nigga

Ayy, what time is it Jay?

(Fuck the fire, we got grease)

It's five in the morning, we just poured a five in a lil' pop

He told on everybody, got the hood hot

I don't even give a fuck 'bout what the hood got

Fuck around and got some K2 from a bookshop

Had him sittin' in a prison

That nigga told, they killed him in a prison

He ain't even make it home to see his siblings and his children

The weed got wet, now it's mildew

I won't judge you 'cause you broke, I used to steal too

Ten thousand for a pint of drink, somethin' I will do

Like, why would I pay you for some shit I'll let Will do?

I'm a off a blue M30, she on pills too

We just had the wildest sex ever

She sucked my dick so good, got her neck sweatin'

Five thousand dollars for a Rick sweater

I just bounced out the Feds, got my shit tethered

You ain't even been to the Feds, still ain't made a million

Still ain't made a half a million dollars, bruh, you niggas trippin'

Mike been with me fifteen years and he still with me

That's a 392, not a real Hemi

We just did donuts in a teal Kitty

He put the bitch in the business, she got killed with him

This a Rick Owens collab with Tommy Hilfiger

Don't bring your old school 'round my Pops, 'cause he will steal it

Nigga, I don't fuck that bitch, I just chill with her

But once I hit, I send her back to you, you gotta deal with her

How you accept the bitch cheatin' on you and you still with her

You niggas tender, but I keep it P, I'm a real nigga

You wanna be M-I-N-E, come sign a deal with us

I know them niggas don't like it, but gotta deal with us

Mike did a show by himself with a ten milli'

She had the nerve to call me broke, man, this bitch silly

He need to take his kit back, it's lookin' real dilly

No one was supposed to get hurt, but they still killed him

I just bought a pint of Qua' Qua' from a hillbilly

My cameraman cold with the shot, we let Fill kill him

Bro, it's 2025, how y'all still broke?

Doggy bone ain't ever got no pape', but he kill folks

I got this pint for half off 'cause the seal broke

I'm Chris Brown dancin' on the work, watch me heel-toe

Rio put it in a twenty ounce, this a real four

I popped a half of 'Zac too, movin' real slow

With this K9, I'll bust a rhyme and go Flipmode

We hit his Hellcat a hundred times, it went in Limp Mode

This fifty cal'll stop anything like some Brembos

Louis V biker jacket on, off the Timbos

I know Unc' done found my stash spot, it's a ten gone

A nigga caught a hundred series and got sent home

A nigga pulled up with a laundry bag, that's a big load

I'm in a skinny house with some thick hoes

"Ayy, Jay, how you walk in the crib and just pick hoes?"

She don't be owin' bread, but she got Ricks on

Fiend remodeled the whole crib, get your fix on

Put some ice right above my hand, got my wrist cold

Mike love his hood so much, he made six songs

Small waist with a fat ass, she got some big thongs

Bitch pulled up with some baby back ribs, she got big bones

My bitch mad at me, I'm tryna find out what I did wrong

I don't treat my house like the crib, but it's still home

I know a R&B artist made a drill song

Ayy, I know a nigga died tryna walk outside

I know a nigga with no car, he gotta call a ride

I know a nigga scared to shoot his gun, he sent his dog to slide (huh)

I'm finna beat the cat down, she know it's doggy time

Yeah

If I jump, gang gon' jump, we on froggy time

They usually let me in through the back, bro, I don't walk in lines

It's the best Glock for the button, that's why I bought the 9

And, nigga, I get paid just to rap every ti-

Paid just to rap, every time I talk, it's a fine

I don't talk when I fuck, when I do, it's a "Bye"

I just got a nine, not no pair of shoes, it's a box

They pull up in the black, when they leave, it's gonna look like a pair of Crocs

I crack hoes in two, they a pair of socks

Man, I got so much unreleased, I'm finna let it fly

You ever had to one-up on a bitch and just let her lie?

And watch 'em play crazy, I did that shit hella times

Huh, she must think I'm a dumb nigga

I done spent some money on some money, now it's front flippin'

I don't gotta pay for 'Za, I know the Runtz nigga

It's five hoes, I could've took the Chally, but the truck bigger

What nigga my age can make that decision?

Huh, I ain't even gon' back, it really ain't too many, it really ain't a lot

On the yacht with fine shit, they drinkin' Cut Water straight up out the box

You know they done came straight up out the twat

You ain't finna throw no hands with bro if I don't even box

Fuck, my phone done died on me, I can't tell the time

Starin' at a bust Rollie, like, "Why I buy a watch?"

Still fuck it and I ain't sayin' nothin', like "I was by a cop"

I'm in Vegas, heard they was two hundred, I might buy a bop

Nigga, I'll shoot at the boys before I light a rock

She put that water on me, should've got a firefighter job

Yeah, or she should've been a lifeguard

Flint was fun as a kid, talkin' 'bout life hard

Don't pull up tryna flex in the 'Cat, bro, we like cars

And we like other niggas whips, we don't like ours

Bitch, M Block