YUNG FLEX - STONE COLD

{Verse 1: YUNG FLEX}
U-u-ugh, I been up so why they hatin' now?
Lil' bitch, put the fit against your shit, it ain't the same amount
U-ugh, dashin' to the racks just like a paper route
Bitch I'm with the clique outside your shit just like we staking out
With my brother, that's my brother, I'm gon' die about him
Two twin Glocks just like its Halo, let that fire up out em'
Dont let niggas catch you slipping, hope his guys' around him
Fuck you thinking? Leave you stinking, like its flies around
Dont give a fuck, two fingers up, just like I'm stone cold
V12 Money Truck when I get up, I make my own goals
Smokin' dope, lil' bitch I'm stuck just like a photo
Bitch I'm yellin' duck, I'm with my dogs just like its Toto

{Verse 2: GRAVEDXGGER}
In the V12 Money Truck bitch, fuck a photo
If you not shootin' shit, what you got that gun for?
Niggas talkin' crazy, Ima put em' through the damn floor
Got your bitch up in thе bed, yeah she call mе Dora
The way I explore her
Hands up her damn skirt, yeah she a damn flirt
Blood on his white shirt
Pull up on a nigga block, make him hit the damn curb
Walk up in the club, turn that bitch into a concert
Niggas know my body, I might fuck round catch a homi'
Make that nigga shake some, make him hit the Ricky Bobby
I won't fall off like I'm Roddy, can't leave without my Glockie
Yeah these niggas, they dont know me
Yeah these niggas hella phony
Like I told these other niggas me and flex like Shaq n' Kobe