CincoTheFlexGod - 6 Min Freestyle Lyrics

Had to pack my bags, bitch I'm going homeYou can see my face, it look like nothing wrongYeah that is the only thing that I cap aboutAnd I know these problems going to be something I laugh aboutFuck around hop up out the bed, turn my swag onIn the mafia, every thing about the cash yeahThey was talking down until I blew right past themDon't ask what I'm toting in this tote bag yeahI switched lanes and I ran up a whole bag yeahBitch I'm a gremlin, I feel like lil Kodak yeahI ran up digits on digits, you know thatAnd we got bitches on bitches that throw backAnd it ain't ThursdayI got niggas, pop up out the cut and do you the worst wayMy boy got a blickey on his hip and he from JerseyAnd you know it's big M mafia, no mercyHit this Christian bitch right from the back, I got her cursingHop up in that loud ass track hawk and I'm swervingHopped up in that SRT, the hellcat bitch I'm swervingHop up in that scat pack, bitch you know I'm swervingLimousine, UFO, either way it go I'm swervingThey was trying to knock me off the team like Kyrie IrvingBut I had a purposeThat's no cap, even though I graduated I ain't learn shitI'm a rob the bank while his bitch causing a diversionIf you heard something about me, I bet that I got a different versionI don't even answer the phone no more unless it's urgentEverybody getting under my skin, like a surgeonShe want to fuck on my friends, that's that bird shitI ain't even tripping, she was two I got a third bitchOnly let her spend the night if she going to suck me earlyKicked her out the temple, I don't care if she was ShirleyPopped him like a pimple, they found out I was playing dirtyI know it sound simple, but I can't leave without my thirtyI know we was single, but that shit still had hurted meIf a nigga get to close, my dogs alerting meIf I pull out these blue notes I bet she twerk for meCan you tell me how true love turned to a burglaryMafia shit, all my niggas went out with perjuryMafia shit, no we can't talk about what we talk aboutMake a club show, look like I'm headlining at Rolling LoudAnd I'm like fuck no, if these niggas think they can match my pockets nowI got pump inside the trunk, fuck you talking aboutI get so high and get so drunk, I can't even walk aroundAs soon as I made it to the top, they tried to lock me outRealize it's a movie every single time I'm popping outI'm with niggas, don't know what you talking about when it come to body countsI ain't fell this proud since I had a cap and gownComing for the billions, watch the throne I need my crownHeard he talking downMan that chopper loud as shit now we don't hear a soundYou don't want to know the type of niggas I keep aroundThey the type of niggas to walk you down right nowLike it ain't big enough for two of us inside this townI done lost my fucking mind, I don't even know who found itTalk down on the mafia and you end up surroundedI don't trust a soul so I got to double count itBitch I'm stunting every day for niggas that had doubted meAnd all these niggas is my sons, that's just how it sound to meI guess you can't hearI got the juice in this world, and I got drugs on a leerI ain't showing no love until I see it's crystal clearIt ain't nothing above, I'm trying to make this my yearYeah, trying to make this shit mineAnd you know it ain't cap cause it send chills down your whole spineAny nigga getting in my way, I'm a put a nigga in the skyPocket rocket got fahNigga better not tryI be trying not to cryI don't even know whyI don't even know the reasonI could play more than 82 games, every day it's my seasonI got on all these layers outside, it ain't even freezingAll these niggas been sleep, like route twelve in the Kanto regionThey be sleep and they snore, but my pockets fat like snorlaxFuck that, I need more racksCouple niggas finna slide on you and ain't waiting for no floor waxIf you ain't outside and you be talking, I ignore itI'm a fly this UFOLike a submarineIf you talk subliminal, you better not be talking to meI'm a tote this f&n to substitute my sub machineAin't no blemish on my record, I got niggas that go dumb for meKeep it pretty cool any time that it get uglyKeep it cool, keep it bool, man that shit ain't nothing to meKeep a tool, keep a hundred round drum under meKeep it true, true religion jeans on the summaryKeep it true and I'm rocking Christian, got her on her kneesI just fucked that bitch to sleep and now that girl don't want to leaveJust don't talk to much lil bitch, cause you know that's my pet peeveI been way too geeked, I don't even know what the fuck you saidI feel like Soulja Boy, cause I hopped out the bedTurned my swag on, and I got right to the breadThis a love letter to you and I ain't talking about Trippie ReddI just switched my bitch out for her best friend insteadI done came a long way, my money longer than my dreadsI done came a long way, now I got three hoes and a sledAin't no red nose, this a red eyeI been on my ass smoking gas with a head highPull up what you call it, and my wallet got them dead guys