Flashout Freestyle Songtext

slayr

von Half Blood

Flashout Freestyle Songtext
Fuck a debunk, who tryna get dunked? (Doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot)
Lay back down some shit, what the fuck? You think I'm a punk? (Yeah, yeah)
I don't like to cook, I stay at home, I don't wanna get drunk (You know that's right)
Mannin' the hoes just like the heir, I could be a monk (Yeah, yeah)
I just turned eighteen, but I got the mind of an unc (Yeah, yeah)
All of the rappers the same, bitch not gon' get you no bucks (Bitch)
Rat that nigga up, put him in a trunk
President my pockets, only Donald Trump
Why you pocket-watching? Get your bread up
I just smoked your 'Wood, this a whole truck
I'm up in yo' hood, pussy show spurt (Yeah)
I do what I could like an ulcer
I be sippin' mud, that shit so dope (What?)
Why you tryna stab me for making my pay?
It don't makе my pay? It gon' be okay (Slatt)
Bitch got a wife, it's gon' be okay
I just smokеd an eighth, 'til they love me straight (Let's go)
All this money on me, I could build a greenhouse (Let's go)
Always runnin' shit, not stoppin' 'til I bleed out (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
You think that's your ho? She never had her cleav' out (Doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot)
If you see this smoke, I better not see you freak out (Let's go)
Where yo' team at? (Slatt)
Bad homicide, me, I got a green play (Let's go, let's go)
I just wanna get this water, yeah, I need that (Water)
My whole wrist up in the water, that shit splish-splash (Fuck it)
Uh, she black sheep
Burn that boy, yeah, all you do is cheat
Schyeah, I just got blood on my T-shirt
Schyeah, I'm on my roster, three
Percs, tryna get, get your lean up (Oh)
Talkin' 'bout this shit, you don't know my condition
Pretty face all that, she don't need conditioner
I don't condone none these niggas ass-rippin'
Call in and know all that shit that you dissin' (What?)
I don't got nothin' to say and I don't spend my money on NOS 'cause that shit kinda wicked (For real)
Run up, you might kick it back 'cause this Drac' kinda itchin', I know it's tryna get to kickin' (For real)
Y'all do not see me in groups anymore, I just stay to myself, I'm just mindin' my business (For real), slatt
We was in LA trippin' (Slatt), we was in LA trippin' (Let's go)
Don't waste yo' time tryna chase these bitches, don't waste yo' time tryna chase these bitches
Do something different, fuck the repetition, do something different, fuck the repetition
I don't think that I'ma settle, I don't do chains like that, that's pointless metal
But I still rock all pebbles, these niggas think they rock, I'm a real deal rebel
These niggas think they rock, bitch takin' everythin' off, includin' my socks
I'm tryna hang to the top, why would I fake that shit? I'm cuttin' up opps
I'm only comin' to take, I'm 'bout to take everything they thought they got
This is a mansion spot, bitch turned me off so fast, her knees was hot
They need to flip this bit', money get this ho sound lit, they dig the spot (Slatt)
They ain't shit, got my SIG, tired of yourself, like bitch, I'll make it happen
Tell them boys open the pit, tell them boys open the pit, we flash out
Tell them boys open the pit, tell them boys open the pit, we flash out
We flash out (Let's go), we flash out (Yeah)
We flash out (Yeah), we flash out (Yeah)
We flash (Yeah), we flash (Yeah)
We flash (Yeah), we flash (Yeah)

(These niggas think they rock, I'm a real deal rebel)
(I'm a real deal rebel, I'm a real deal rebel)
(Rebel, rebel, rebel)