Flintsylvania

[Intro: Yung9ine Dro]
Woo, ayy
Free Rio, nigga
Ayy

[Verse 1: Yung9ine Dro]
I'm out on bond for attempted homicide, I ain't do nothin'
It's goin' on like four years, still can't prove nothin'
Nowadays, eight hundred dollars just shoe money
My nigga Piru still shed blood over blue hunnids
Why in the fuck did you cuff that rat ho when the crew fucked her?
Just sold a whole pound of shake, I'm a true hustler
My jugg paid thirty for an eighth, he a glue puffer
Got a Glock with a switch and the clip look like a cucumber
My area crazy, we ain't really fond of no newcomers
My niggas post in the paint, they don't really like to shoot jumpers
In OKC with the hammer likе I'm Thor, this the new thunder
Madе a hundred G's off the weed, swear to God, I need a new hustle
Twenty racks just in jewelry, bitch, I been the man
And I cannot fuck sober, I'm a minute man
I heard the opps in the party, I don't give a damn
You only get one chance at life, you can't live again
I'm in Jacksonville with that chopper with me like I'm Spinnabenz
Big bro a cosmetologist, he split a nigga wig
As soon as we kick a nigga door we go and grab the kids
I'm shootin' 'til the glizzy hot, I'm glad I brought my oven mitts
Bitch, I ball hard, shoot out the court high off Wockhardt
Bitch, I'm onstage with heavy metal like a rockstar
My lil' bitch don't smoke weed, she just pop bars
My fiend couldn't buy no morphines, so he copped some hard
MAC-11 with the red dot, this bitch'll stop a car
I hit that bitch with no glove on 'cause she like it raw
I'm like a bartender handin' out shots, I don't like to brawl
I like Saks Fifth bags, I don't even like to shop at malls

[Verse 2: GrindHard E]
My nephew head fucked up, he ain't got it all
Guarantee, you pull up on some bullshit, then you ain't drivin' off
Out of town lookin' at real estate, I might buy a loft
I just poured a four of Tris up, now I'm noddin' off
Wock', Hi-Tech, Morton Grove, or Par, shit, I like it all
Rolled a half of 'za in the Fronto leaf 'cause I wasn't high at all
Bitch pulled up and got butt-booty-naked, she wasn't shy at all
She had the nerves to ask me do I love her, I said, "Not at all"
I spent a band on my shoes, ain't even try 'em on
Seen four or five other shoes I like, had to buy 'em all
You ain't coppin' shit, you be window-shoppin', boy, knock it off
Use your head before you do somethin' stupid, 'cause we'll knock it off
I know a fiend who did every drug, he done tried it all
He was tryna quit, he was goin' through withdrawals tryna fight it off
PLR knock his shit down, I don't fight at all
The only fight you ever seen me in was tryna fight the law