B5 - Flat Lyrics

Woah
Yeah
Yeah
On the F, you bet not diss, huh
He get left, with a bag full of shit, huh
With a bag, full of shit
With a beam, that won't miss
With a Glock, with a switch
With a motherf*ckin' FN, hangin' out that window
Nigga wanna diss, up that Glock, it's not pretendo
If he wanna diss, he gon' see ex-f*ckin'-stendos
See the f*ckin' beam, huh
These bullets hit 'em, make a nigga look like he was sippin' on some lean, huh
Put it in his spleen, huh
If a nigga wanna diss, yeah, yeah, he gon' forever dream, huh
And I was havin' Lupid Dreams, huh, but I don't wanna do it
If he wanna talk, damn, nigga, I might f*ckin' shoot it
I love rushin' all these niggas, bitch, just call me Putin
If I got a 30 in this clip, don't be lookin' stupid
Dumb nigga, lookin' out for love, nigga, just call me Cupid
Thot hoe, lookin' for a hug, I start lookin' clueless
Feelin' like BK, bitch, I am a ruler
Bitch, I am a teacher, I'ma teach 'em, like a f*ckin' student
F*ck pullin' up in a stolo, I just need a Uber
And I'm always gettin' to that guap, gettin' to my mula
That nigga bet not diss, I let that chop eat up his back
If a nigga try to diss up on my bro, I call up Jack
And Lil Mal, in the back, with a motherf*ckin' drac
If he come in, wrap his mouth with some f*ckin' tape
And that nigga switched up, like he motherf*ckin' Kay
You can't come round here, see yo' face and then I spray
Have a shootout everyday, I'm a motherf*ckin' crashout
Nigga wanna diss, yeah, that's another man down
He was tryna diss, huh, leave a nigga pants down
Yeah, he was tryna slime, like, nigga, where yo' mans now?
Leave a red nose, huh, lookin' like a clown
Bitch, I creep in, huh, I won't make a sound
Bitch, I'm f*ckin' on yo' hoe, yeah, I'm goin' round for round
And you talkin' bout bands for band, but I be goin' pound for pound