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