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Flint Flow, Pt. 2 Video (MV)




Performed By: 27 Mari
Language: English
Length: 2:12
Written by: Omari Sanchez




27 Mari - Flint Flow, Pt. 2 Lyrics
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Yeah, Yeah
I done started with a 50 ball, now I'm at 100, c'mon
I started with a 50 ball, now I'm at 100 bands
Catch 'em lackin, tried to whack him, make him do the running man
My Fetty plug hit my flip phone to get the sprinter van
When we at the club, I walk right through the door, they gotta tap you in
I'm finna drop a freestyle, and I got a baby k wit' me
At the after, after party, shorty tryna throw that cake on me
He tried to press up on the wrong guys, I had to put that rake on 'em
Ayy, I want another plate, it gotta come with eggs and steak on it
Shit, flip you off the bike like Tom Cruise
Gettin' to the money in all smart ways, they think I'm homeschooled
Who you gon' call, the Ghostbusters, Drac shootin' ooze
Whack shorty, tried to set me up, she thought she had me fooled
I told her, walk in, pick up what you want, I got a black card
He walked up in the spot, acting funny, bro don't act hard
He wanna race in that track, but we pushin' NASCARs
OTG, we up next, everyday we trap hard
Push up on 'em yellow Ciana, he brought the whole bag
Poppin' off tags, whack him with rags, countin' old cash
Spin off on they block lights out, startin' hashtags
He tried to up that switch, but he failed, I made him that mad
Mr. Flint comin' from the other side, yeah, this part two
He had to let us know that she a bop, man, that's old news
Unky walked in rockin' off that, yeah, that's that Jimmy Choo
Came to see what's up with OTG, bro, what's up with you
Hold on, I got, ight
Look, I got more to say
I broke a piece and made a check back, that was all one day
Pullin' up with the foreign cash like my name was Ray
Before I hit that one joint, I had to sit down and pray
I asked him, what you on, though
He wanna play the game against me, put it in bronze mode
Finna shoot it off from the side like I'm Lonzo
Searchin' through the city for him like, where is Waldo (where he at?)
Damn, we could not find him
A hundred rounds through yo scat pack and let the car guide you
Pull up on you like Michael Myers, I'm right behind you
More than one opp was caught lackin, gotta decide who
Alright, I'm about to dip off
Turn the traction off inside the track, it got me trippin' off
Give me 24 hours and we can really send it off
Ayy, I'm comin' back, I gotta go and drop this pistol off
Yeah
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English

Yeah, Yeah
I done started with a 50 ball, now I'm at 100, c'mon
I started with a 50 ball, now I'm at 100 bands
Catch 'em lackin, tried to whack him, make him do the running man
My Fetty plug hit my flip phone to get the sprinter van
When we at the club, I walk right through the door, they gotta tap you in
I'm finna drop a freestyle, and I got a baby k wit' me
At the after, after party, shorty tryna throw that cake on me
He tried to press up on the wrong guys, I had to put that rake on 'em
Ayy, I want another plate, it gotta come with eggs and steak on it
Shit, flip you off the bike like Tom Cruise
Gettin' to the money in all smart ways, they think I'm homeschooled
Who you gon' call, the Ghostbusters, Drac shootin' ooze
Whack shorty, tried to set me up, she thought she had me fooled
I told her, walk in, pick up what you want, I got a black card
He walked up in the spot, acting funny, bro don't act hard
He wanna race in that track, but we pushin' NASCARs
OTG, we up next, everyday we trap hard
Push up on 'em yellow Ciana, he brought the whole bag
Poppin' off tags, whack him with rags, countin' old cash
Spin off on they block lights out, startin' hashtags
He tried to up that switch, but he failed, I made him that mad
Mr. Flint comin' from the other side, yeah, this part two
He had to let us know that she a bop, man, that's old news
Unky walked in rockin' off that, yeah, that's that Jimmy Choo
Came to see what's up with OTG, bro, what's up with you
Hold on, I got, ight
Look, I got more to say
I broke a piece and made a check back, that was all one day
Pullin' up with the foreign cash like my name was Ray
Before I hit that one joint, I had to sit down and pray
I asked him, what you on, though
He wanna play the game against me, put it in bronze mode
Finna shoot it off from the side like I'm Lonzo
Searchin' through the city for him like, where is Waldo (where he at?)
Damn, we could not find him
A hundred rounds through yo scat pack and let the car guide you
Pull up on you like Michael Myers, I'm right behind you
More than one opp was caught lackin, gotta decide who
Alright, I'm about to dip off
Turn the traction off inside the track, it got me trippin' off
Give me 24 hours and we can really send it off
Ayy, I'm comin' back, I gotta go and drop this pistol off
Yeah
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Writer: Omari Sanchez
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