D2thajxint - Flintstones Lyrics

      

Flintstones
by D2thajxint
feat. Babyscowedoit & Chosen Zay

Intro: D2thajxint
Aye
I'm finna spaz on this shit
Trophy gang
Flintstones
Joint, bitch

Verse 1: D2thajxint
Nigga run up on me, talkin' tough, I'm leavin' with his chains
Pinky ring on froze, ice on my neck, I feel like Johnny Dang (bling)
He gon' get a tag up on his toe, fuckin' with the gang
Catch a opp nigga lackin, tryna leave with a stain
I was always on a nigga's blocks, they was never out (bitch)
Prayin' to the whip with this faith, hit a nigga house
Told that lil' bitch her pussy weak, I put it in her mouth (ew)
Got this bad lil' freaky bitch, I think she from the south (freaky bitch)
Heard her niggas talkin' on the gram like they need that (what?)
We gon' pop up, we don't give niggas feedback (bitch ass nigga)
Got the white up on her toes, hit that lil' bitch from the back (ayy)
On trophy gang, we on the road, chasin' after that fuckin' sack
I was fuckin' on a bad bitch, she built like Kim K
I be makin' plays out of town, let me call bae (brrr)
Pop a nigga point blank range, hollows ate his face (boom)
Big 30 on me, Splash Brothers, niggas think I'm clay
You think your chain bustin, lil' nigga, what you spent on that?
If my bitch cheat first, I cheat too, we can go tit for tat (bitch)
The choppa gon' make a nigga flip like he an acrobat (boom)
Why you niggas always takin' L's, how y'all cope with that (loser)
I was tryna go and get a bag like a Flintstone
If you ain't tryna fuck, lil' bitch, you can go home (hell nah)
Got a bad bitch, she light skin, she a redbone
I ain't came to chill, lil' baby, I just want the dome

Verse 2: Babyscowedoit
Dead homies
Look, I just woke up, made a slap before I went to school
You walk around with no strap, you better get a tool (better go and get one)
He over there, he hangin' with some bitches, lookin' like a fool
I'm over there, I'm posted with my thugs, you can't hang with the crew (you can't hang with my niggas)
Niggas go to jail, first day out, they act brand new (they act brand new)
No, I don't wanna fuck your bitch, heard she ran through (I heard she ran through)
Exotic in my wood, this shit sticky, somethin' like glue (Something like glue)
Brother, get these niggas from around me, I don't like dudes
Spent a band on the Glock, you think I'm finna fight you?
You's a weird nigga, probably never invite you (never invite)
Up the pole on a nigga, he seen flashin, what that light do
That pussy nigga said he was gon' pop me, I was like, ''cool
Next day, I was in his hood, with a chop too
Had a good Stolik V8, that bitch went vroom
Why you speakin' hella hard on me?
But don't got broom, like I won't pop out the bushes, let my Glock boom
Need a new blicky asap, I can't go without it (can't go)
If they catch me lackin, I don't got it, I might die without it (might die)
Suckas say they really in my section, but they not around it (aight)
Tuh, nigga, they need to knock it off
Niggas caught themself, I swear to God, these niggas not involved (niggas not involved)
Look, catch a nigga lackin, I'ma pop it off (pop it off)
Catch him in traffic, gettin' active, don't care if I see the law
Cold nigga, don't want the coochie, bitch, I just want the jaw
Bitch, I just want the uhh
Don't want the coochie, bitch, I just want the jaw

Verse 3: Chosen Zay
The bitch ugly and she stink, so I can't get a boner
I don't even want her, but my brother told me, pass him to her
He a nasty nigga, he'll stick his dick in anything
Remind me of that one opp nigga, that got hit in the brain
Cause he was thinkin' with his dick, but now he in a ditch
I can't even roll that dead ass nigga in no spliff
Cause he hittin like a black, man, I don't want that shit
But that's besides the point, brother put him out
I'm smokin' aces and exotic, got me out my body
556, hit him up, now he out his body
Bad bitch, bend her over, yeah, that's my body
She call me a dog ass nigga and I agree with her
The way I'm doggin' niggas
Like I'm bread with a pit bull and a cane corso
Call me Pit Corso
Sound like a wrestler cause, I'll slam yo ass
Talkin' all that hot shit, watch bro cook his ass
Green beam to his head, now his face gone
Talkin' all that killin' shit, boy, I'll get you gone
Bad bitch, invite her over, tell her throw some dome
And I bet not feel no tooth, or else that bitch is gone
But if the cooter good, then she might can stay
But once I'm done, put your clothes on, ho, you gotta go

Outro: Fred Flintstone
Yabba-Dabba-Doo!