Flashin' - Project Pat

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'