[Intro]

Yuh

Yup

Ooo

Flint Gannng

Flint Gang

Yuhh, 9o8 Bitch

Welzzzerrr

[Verse 1 - Phil The Kid]

Dabs hit me like a headbutt

Collecting money like a hedge fund

I got whiskey dick so I can't fuck

You're such a pussy, but you get none

Like uh, ain't it ironic, I am iconic

I'm in the cut like an antibiotic

The way that they rhyme it like ain't he bionic

I'm on it xanny and pints got me feeling psychotic

You tellin' me get it I got it

I got it for cheap

A chick in my bed and she soaking the sheets like a split to the head

And rolling on E, Ecstasy

I got weaponry, I got bad bitches right next to me

You getting money well my stacks thicker

I'm taking shots, class picture

If you wanna scrap then I'm there bro

Cuz we got the tools, hardware store

It's Phil the Kid on the fucking track

Split ur jaw if you talking trash

You call me twice, I don't call her back

[Verse 2 - Avigs]

Yuh Yuh Yuh

I'm a king u listen when I speak

Peasants stay dissing but waiting for the leak

Gielas on my feet, freak when I’m geeked

Having vivid dreams, Ski shooting laser beams

Off a few beans only smoking green

Gucci round my waist, sweet is her taste

Tortellini wit a twist

Your bitch on my hip, got her doing backflips

Coming off floor number 4, Loko really want some more

Walking to the store

40s in the bag, loud in my mouth

Y’all who doubt would fuck for the clout (yeah)

I'm the one that held it down

I'm the one that made ya proud

I'm the one that brought a crowd

I'm the one that told ya how

I'm the one who pull up in the skrrt

Driving in ya hearse, make ya bitch squirt

Hit em where it hurts, tryna get turnt

Lucky they my sons, inhaling in my lungs

Gonna use my tongue, bet that bitch always cums

Clowns watch out I’m coming on the hunt (yeh)

Coming straight outta hell, u can call me Annabelle

Far from the beach but u catch a few shells

Living in a well, Got a few rings

Diamonds going bling, step up in my ring

Now we gettin lyrical, time to get imperial

Im hungry, bouta go seriel

Mind on freak, know I’m venereal

Always have material, always gonna be real

Fam coming wit me thats a big meal

[Verse 3 - Phil The Kid]

Yuh Yuh

Yo my blunt lit, my drink poured

My bitch bad, her pants soft

Call me flux pavillion because I can't stop

But that song old and I'm all new

What I'll do is cut your head off

I'll serve that shit to the dogs like it's dog food

My bitch nasty like mall food

[Outro]

Yeaaaaaaaaah

Yo we off the shits up in here

It's the FLINT GANG in this bitch

I don't give a fuck

You know we talking from that dirty Jerz, that 9o8 Gang

You know what I'm saying

This the shit from the top, and you never gonna stop

Bro we coming off the fucking block hot

And YOU KNOW we off the top erryday

We playing pong in the room, you know we just gon live it

Fuck you saying, repost that shit