[Intro]
Ya, ya, huh

[Refrain]
You like your hoes pretty
I like my hoes thicky
Like my instrumentals shitty
Like a couple shooters with me
F-L-I-N-T, my city
F-L-I-N-T, my city
F-L-I-N-T, my city (My city, my city)
G-L-O-C-K, my semi
I used to spray 'em plenty
Now I need features from Nicki
Listen to my demo Jimmy
F-L-I-N-T, my city
F-L-I-N-T, my city
F-L-I-N-T, my city
F-L-I-N-T, my city

[Verse]
Got that cannon in my Dickies
No camera in my Dickies
Put a camera in my Dickies
You see lipstick prints from Vickis
And Christinas and some Brittanys
Some ratchet hoes, some hippies
That girl tho that's where I used to stash it
Boy, do you comprehend me?
They want the money like they Diddy
They ethic ain't no biggie
They ain't down to do no dirt
I do the dirt like they killed me
Tell that bitch don't leave no hickey
She can bring more but I'm picky
Ain't no solitude in the city
No solitude in the city
Got that young girl she so pretty
Her man doing a biddy
Got no cash for commissary
So she run to turnin' trickies
And she lyin' all like she Richie
Dream of celebrity
Now it's fifty for the quickie
She don't even pull out her titties
Everywhere I look organizations and committees
"Ain't no love in the heart of the city
No love in the heart of the city"
MDMA they on that chemi
In her stomach shots of Remmy
They rockstars they think they Lemmy
Born in June so she a gemi
She want more like Demi
But her parents condemn me
Know I know the penitentiary
And dropped out of Akademi
Metal detectors at Mckinley
Now I pay and they permit me
He cried when I shot him
Guess he ain't a gangsta is he?
When I'm around she get all gitty
When I leave she throw a fitty
She says she'll wait if I go away
I kinda believe her ain't I trippin'?
FPD questioning me
They wanna know about the killings
Write it off as artistry
I think they know I'm bullshitting
My knife wants inside a kidney
My trigger finger itchy
They say I need some therapy
I couldn’t tell them squares a damn thing
Bitches used to say "I'm busy"
Clown me like I'm Disney
Now I see those same bitches
Stripping and Craigslisting
I know hustlers in their sixties
F-L-I-N-T, my city
F-L-I-N-T, my city (My city, my city)
I know busters in their sixties
I know smugglers in their sixties
I know customers in their sixties
Know gunrunners in their sixties
I know rumrunners in their sixties
I know bubblers in their sixties
I know ushers in their sixties
Know suckers in their sixties
I know cutters in their sixties
I know hustlers in their sixties
F-L-I-N-T, my city
F-L-I-N-T, my city
[Refrain]
Yeah, you like your hoes pretty
I like my hoes thicky
Like my instrumentals shitty
Like a couple shooters with me
F-L-I-N-T, my city
F-L-I-N-T, my city
F-L-I-N-T, my city
F-L-I-N-T, my city
G-L-O-C-K, my semi
I used to spray 'em plenty
Now I need features from Nicki
Listen to my demo, Jimmy
F-L-I-N-T, my city
F-L-I-N-T, my city
F-L-I-N-T, my city
F-L-I-N-T, my city

[Outro]
Yeah, you know
You know I be talking on this shit
Talking a bunch of dumb shit, but
I already talked my shit