High In Flint (feat. Krispylife Kidd & Nick Tokess)

Bitch it's racks Ina rental I keep packs Ina rental dumbbass Yup it's Nick Tokes bitch I can make the Glock beat box it got a drumstick Switchy turn the 27 minute man it dump quick I I I ain't showing you the za you gone bicker cause you cheap Trap roll look like dice money But you know the scam money neat You know the hundreds at the atm stay stickin Can I pay you to the milligrams for yo prescription Serve Indianamals I got them 30s out in Richmond How you get the road ain't seen 10 man you little niggas finished This a Baby Glock .40 with a drum mag Try to ball on my side and get dropped that's a touchback It's twins snatch your kit no you can't get your buffs back Ride with a baby drake its with a K dumb ass In my hood the way I whipthey callin' me top chef Don't nobody smoke that bullshit we smoke top shelf My white girl own a meth lab with her hot self You repeat what you hear from other niggas with your cop self Got a degree for talkin that choppy shit Gun got one mode on it that's chopping shit Like your label got a hold on you boy you ain't droppin shit Pull up with a three then another three and get robbed for six In the club with a blade boy don't get poked up You got a room for you and the bitch she never show up It's to the point if I taste some greenI'll throw up I'm excited soon as Ree touchdown I'm a po up Spare you while you with your kids nigga I'm the nicest person Pop you and then beat the body I'm a licensed person Off a Perc 60 boy I'm the highest person He ain't in the slide for me but can't write in cursive I just grabbed another pack I'm on the highway swervin Is you bout to grab this shit or not bitch stop with all that purping We just hit the D to link with Krispy you know I've been workin Mix the bowl and shake to double up I'm dying rich on purpose All I did was hit the road how we end up in Flint He don't want them Yerkies on my script cause he in love with Fent Bitch 'll let you pull up suck some dick but I ain't payin' rent If I can't get it to you in the city I'ma get it sent Which one of y'all is Kanye lookin for emm on the app You ain't really slappin I was lookin for you in a trap Bitch I'm tired of slappin bows I'm finna turn up with this rap Let him make the wrong move smoke gone take off with his cap Yup know she finna let me hit lil bitch it's Nick Tokes Pull up and I'm all about my business I don't like jokes Riding with them K's but you know I'm not them white folks Slap the telly link up on the gram I made the right post