Fligga & Anonomys Flint - Pilot

Grab that, cook that, break down the work,
Monogrammed Gucci hat, red and green on the shirt
Bitch, match my fly, same colors on the purse
A feen wanted a fix before church
Let me work, it's that shit you can't get with a battle already lost
You gotta learn to eat before you floss
I got a hundred in the tuck, I could've took the summer off
Fuck that, I need a flip, that's a somersault
Or a new gunmetal Porsche, what's your mental Duke
I'm war ready with the rubber boots
It's like half a brick in a bubble goose
I need PC or troubleshoot
When you broke, you know who fuck with you
It's the teacher versus the substitute
Somebody gotta get it, I got kids to feed
I need that chicken El Pollo, I'm like Walt in a polo
She fell in love with a drug dealer
But the swag of the drugs, nigga
I got dome, you fell in love with her
Henny neat, she open up quicker
Cars and Jews left aww's and ohh's
His and hers, Tims with furs
You niggas is weird, especially the bird
I told her open up, caught 20K off the TD
You gotta hit Lep just to reach me
Drop top forming on Peachtree
Set tripping, bumping on repeat
All this swag talk is worth three keys
Y'all ain't off the hook, y'all ready shook
This the meth that's already cooked
Two classics in one year, I feel like DMX
It's double M, you better rep your set
I'm far, rock shows in one
You acting goofy to be loopy
Biggie Smalls in a coogi
All these war scars, when you see me, just salute me
These niggas was good, beloved
40K on in public
I'm crystal meth with some crack substance

Written by:
John Dozier

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

Lyrics powered by Lyric Find