High In Flint ft. Krispylife Kidd & Nick Tokess Lyrics

Bitch it's racks Ina rental

I keep packs Ina rental dumbbass

Yup it's Nick Tokes bitch

I can make the Glock beat box it got a drumstick

Switchy turn the 27 minute man it dump quick I I I ain't showing you the za you gone bicker cause you cheap

Trap roll look like dice money But you know the scam money neat

You know the hundreds at the atm stay stickin

Can I pay you to the milligrams for yo prescription

Serve Indianamals I got them 30s out in Richmond

How you get the road ain't seen 10 man you little niggas finished

This a Baby Glock .40 with a drum mag

Try to ball on my side and get dropped that's a touchback

It's twins snatch your kit no you can't get your buffs back

Ride with a baby drake its with a K dumb ass

In my hood the way I whipthey callin' me top chef

Don't nobody smoke that bullshit we smoke top shelf

My white girl own a meth lab with her hot self

You repeat what you hear from other niggas with your cop self

Got a degree for talkin that choppy shit

Gun got one mode on it that's chopping shit

Like your label got a hold on you boy you ain't droppin shit

Pull up with a three then another three and get robbed for six

In the club with a blade boy don't get poked up

You got a room for you and the bitch she never show up

It's to the point if I taste some greenI'll throw up

I'm excited soon as Ree touchdown I'm a po up

Spare you while you with your kids nigga I'm the nicest person

Pop you and then beat the body I'm a licensed person

Off a Perc 60 boy I'm the highest person

He ain't in the slide for me but can't write in cursive

I just grabbed another pack I'm on the highway swervin

Is you bout to grab this shit or not bitch stop with all that purping

We just hit the D to link with Krispy you know I've been workin

Mix the bowl and shake to double up I'm dying rich on purpose

All I did was hit the road how we end up in Flint

He don't want them Yerkies on my script cause he in love with Fent

Bitch 'll let you pull up suck some dick but I ain't payin' rent

If I can't get it to you in the city I'ma get it sent

Which one of y'all is Kanye lookin for emm on the app

You ain't really slappin I was lookin for you in a trap

Bitch I'm tired of slappin bows I'm finna turn up with this rap

Let him make the wrong move smoke gone take off with his cap

Yup know she finna let me hit lil bitch it's Nick Tokes

Pull up and I'm all about my business I don't like jokes

Riding with them K's but you know I'm not them white folks

Slap the telly link up on the gram I made the right post