Flashin’

Look At My New Toybox
When I Wind It Up A Man Comes
Out With A Mask And A Gun

Flashin', flashin' don't be
With that flashin'
All these brand new cars and
The club throwin' cashin'
Flashin', flashin' some niggas ain't havin'
Money in they face
They pull a gun then they grabbin'

I done trailed this nigga all day
Find out where he he stay
Find out where he lay his head
Where he keep that bread
I was bred to never talk
Always walk in silence rob you bare face
Take your safe take what comes behind it
I got a pistol mane, hotter than the equator
Slammed across the boy head
He leaking like a radiator
Got him for 11 bowls, and a whole brick
My heart thumpin' real fast
About to make a swole lick
Had to get info out your broad
Info out your dawg
You crashin' niggas walls
And let the moza rob you all
Gun going off, accidently for them giovanies
I'm car jackin' to
I'm just trying to get some money

All I need is a revolver
Something that'll catch the shells
Ride upon this sucka, jump out bustin' bails
Nigga don't really wanna make
Project Pat go AWOL
Come through your project with that
Chopper mane and spray y'all
Bet you on them corners
You claim you be hanging out
(Gun Sounds) something like a sang along
Niggas get to frowning when they
See Project in the club
Cause they know I'm snatching niggas chains
And I get my mane
Anyway that I can get it, I'm a get it nigga
A quarter ounce to half-a-brick
The way we flip it nigga
Screaming out I got it for the low
You know I'm lyin', met me with the drop
Then rob them boys you know they cryin'