9LOKKNINE – Flute lyrics

[Intro]
Streets shook
They say I'm next to blow, no flute, but this the hook
And I'm just tryna have my mom livin' good
On, ayy
I was talkin' about I was out of there
Next flight, I caught the next flight like
I ain't been back ever since
I don't know what the fuck goin' on
I think they said they had a flood down there a couple days ago though, shit I don't know

[Chorus]
These crackers playin' dirty, streets shook
They say I'm next to blow, no flute, but this the hook
And now it's time to make decisions out the hood
But I'm just tryna have my mama livin' good
All these crackers playin' dirty, streets shook
They say I'm next to blow, no flute, but this the hook
And now it's time to make decisions out the hood
But I'm just tryna have my mama livin' good

[Verse 1]
Rags to riches, bags and bitches come with all of that
But you must've bumped your head, you think you takin' that
You know I ran off with his pack, burned him, ain't talkin' track
You know I'm mister take your sack, Mr. Buck the Jack
Now I ain't gon' flex like YJB me, I ain't inventin' that
But I can't let these crackers take me, I'm preventin' that
But if you got it and I don't, bitch I'm stealin' that
You know I'm all off in her kidneys tryna beat her back
Lil Stupid said I fell off with him, Mimi took the flat
IPhone ringing, daddy tryna get his TV back
On number nine, that double K, we can go tit for tat
I was in MIA, missin' in action, roger that, I'm gone


[Chorus]
These crackers playin' dirty, streets shook
They say I'm next to blow, no flute, but this the hook
And now it's time to make decisions out the hood
But I'm just tryna have my mama livin' good
All these crackers playin' dirty, streets shook
They say I'm next to blow, no flute, but this the hook
And now it's time to make decisions out the hood
But I'm just tryna have my mama livin' good

[Verse 2]
I was gamblin' with my life, out here rollin' dice every day
My people told me it's another route, just take the way
Gotta make it happen, rob a nigga, sellin' shake
I'm like it's doomsday today, you run up, I let it spray
My niggas murder murder, I was slangin' double K (kill)
Call her Anna Mae, she eat that cake cake cake
As-Salaam-Alaikum, we gon' hide him in the lake
Tied his legs to some weight so he won't float to get away
My cousin really pimpin', swangin' hoes where he stay
But mama always told me don't do dirt at where you lay
All about my chips, not no fuckin' Frito Lays
I like them blue hundreds 'cause Ben light up my face
Call the Glock a pistol 'cause a pen do not erase
Lil bruh he counterfeit, damn, I found out he fake
I'm really with the shits, diarrhea, smelly stank
My nigga up his tool, nah bitch this ain't no paint, ayy, Quay


[Chorus]
These crackers playin' dirty, streets shook
They say I'm next to blow, no flute, but this the hook
And now it's time to make decisions out the hood
But I'm just tryna have my mama livin' good
All these crackers playin' dirty, streets shook
They say I'm next to blow, no flute, but this the hook
And now it's time to make decisions out the hood
But I'm just tryna have my mama livin' good