Flintana

[Intro] (His name's Pablo!) [Verse 1: RMC Mike] 60 million streams, that's the goal, already got 40 One up top, I send you to the sky with this Glock 40 First time I seen a dope sale I was in Pop Warner Louie don't take the whole 30, he just pop quarters Up 20 racks on my bitch, she call me chatty I got adopted twice, I need a meal from all 3 families Make my fiends get high together, aye Paul meet Andy Lately I been taxing like a bitch, you can call be Sammy [Verse 2: Lil Yachty] Mike voice deep as hell, he might be my dad Finna give this lil' bitch some dick like she never had Fuck four hoes in 3 hours, call another cab This bitch done drunk the whole bar, I need another tab Beatin' up pussy with my left, throw another jab Bro nem just shot another opp, cooked another crab Young nigga mouth full of gold, ridin' on slabs Niggas try to talk some paper, it just make me laugh [Verse 3: YN Jay] Hold on, niggas talkin paper, they ain't got it, that shit make me mad I just made 20 thousand, that shit made me glad I just fucked my main bitch mama, like that can't be dad 40 make his body get to glitchin', I just made him lag Oh you said you wanna do a feature, nigga, pay me half I be giving Keisha big nugs, I got Katie mad I just hit the road with 2 bow's in a Macy's bag [Verse 4: Louie Ray] Park the car outside the spot, bro I'm here Whip out Glock, fire 2 or 3 shots in the air I ain't high, I'm just lettin' niggas know that I'm aware 17 rubbers on me, tell the hoes I'm prepared Got a couple hoes sitting at the spot, but they scared I bet dawg wouldn't have never said shit if I was there If I go to bust a onion down, nah that's a nickel Good shots will have your family goin' to the 'spital [Verse 5: RMC Mike] Yachty got some earrings in his ear that'll blind your eye Woke up at 8 and made a 10 before 9:05 One bitch just ain't enough, I'm finna line up five Trap money got me high as fuck, I can't find the rhyme Do this in my sleep, I spice talk with no fuckin' effort Went to church praying for my sins, then served the reverend Freaky bitch love to suck my dick while I swerve the Tesla 40 round clip on that chop, yeah the curve is extra [Verse 6: Lil Yachty] Wood grain by the window pane, yeah it cost me extra Fucked a model bitch with dry throat so I gave her Allegra Latin bitch with a long nose, look like Snoh Aalegra Fucked her life up, now she wishing that she never met ya Put a bitch on Kevin Federline, and etcetera Pull up with a baby chop, with a suppressor Pull up with a white coat, like a professor F&N with no scope, sit on the dresser [Verse 7: YN Jay] Hold on, I just hit him in his yeah, all you heard was boom I was really in them streets, I ain't watch cartoons Keep a close eye on bro nem, gotta watch my goons In the titty bar grabbing titties, let me see them boobs Turn the TV on Channel 12, I think he made the news Ridin' with a knot of old hundreds this shit can't be blues Pass me the motherfuckin' gun if you ain't gon shoot [Verse 8: Louie Ray] Okay I sell dope and tote big straps, you know I fuck around We gon' get some money off the rap, cause it's enough around I ain't famous yet, but she gon' still let me bust her down Too street, I'm on another street, calming beef down Drag race up through the A where they arrest us My team stay loyal through the bumps, it's impressive Somebody wanna fuck me every night, but that's expected Made my last bitch change her lifestyle, it's unaccepted [Outro: Louie Ray] Yeah Okay, okay Yeah A-Team, A-Team, A-Team