YN Jay, Prophet The Artist - Flint Flow lyrics

I've been going off for a minute say I snap too much
Why they moving different for the cameras niggas act too much
I keep gettin' caught up in that building say I trap too much
Damn
Moving in and out wait
Moving in and out I got them things going for the low
Bro be outside wit em on em keep it onna low
He gone hit he keep damn
He gone get hit he keep staring he ion even know
If I tell her do it for the camera she gone drop it low
Every nigga you see round
Every nigga you see round me
Yea they getting dough
Young proph they say I'm the one bitch I'm bout to blow
Big gas zaza what I roll everytime I smoke
Rich rollin neighborhood crip they already know
Damn
Flatbush bitch I'm onna ave I'm wit the locs
Swear these niggas really get no money they really broke
All these hoes see I'm coming up now they under my post
Damn why you under my post
You ain't really tryna kick you just want a new coat
I ain't even wanna kiss I just wanted some throat
Damn I just wanted the neck
I just pulled up inna foreign it's only a vet
And I spent three onna fit they know I be fresh
Every other song a hit who do it the best
Six to my right pedro to my left

Moving in and I got wait
Moving in and out I got them thangs going super fast
I just passed state doing 100 I was bout to crash
They said I wouldnt come in first wait
They said I wouldnt come in first place now they stack in last
I done spent couple onna watch now it's looking glass
Heard ya new shit stop wait
Heard ya new shit stop rapping boy you sounding ass

Damn!
Walked in with a big ass wrinkle laundry bag
Walked in with a bitch from overseas where you find her at?
Finna start my ownahh
Finna start my own record labeahh
Young nigga ask me where the fuck I gotta sign it at
I was selling weed in high school I had to grind in class
How the fuck you make a million dollars? Had to grind for that
How the fuck you made 300 thous? You had to sign for that
How long can I hit this bitch from the back? I had to time that ass
Pull them cheeks out with my pen I'm finna sign that ass
Stuff a couple balls in the laundry bag
Put me in the jungle bitch I'm lion fast
Cheating on my bitch I be lying fast
Hit a nigga with a 57 now he dying fast
Damn now he bleeding out
Left him on the side of the road got him leaking out
Oh you slid down what's the beef about
How you tryna tell me where I go when I lead the route
How you tryna tell me where I ahh
How you tryna tell me where to go when I know where the fuck I'm going
She must've been pregnant when I fucked how the fuck you showing
This a new gun I just bought how the fuck you blow it
Doing shows through the pandemic how the fuck you touring
Drop 30 on the opps block how the fuck you scoring
Nigga pulled up in a scat pack that is not a foreign
Snakes in my grass how the fuck you mow it?
Damn bitch what we doing bitch I'm tryna fuck
Im talking about right now like right now is you tryna fuck
Hol on hol on hol on
Bitch I ain't feelin to play no games are you down or what