Flarez Official
??? on the track
Niggas know
Hahahaha
Fuck that, I'm riding 'round
I'm sliding 'round, spot opp, I'mma bine him now (Grr bow)
Six in the spin I'mma slime him out
Six in the spin tryna lie him down (Let's go)
Fuck that, I'm riding 'round
I'm sliding 'round, spot opp I'mma bine him now
Six in the spin I'mma slime him out
Six in the spin tryna lie him down
Told bro "Buck a left, at the lights right now" 'cah I think I see my man (Right now)
Jump out, fry man, knife man, dice man, spilled bare juice with my right hand (Ying him up)
Tryna leave man stretched, tryna blow out his guts, 'cah you know the main goal is to X him (Kill him)
I love me a dotts or the Smith & Wesson
Anywhere goes for the gang no question (Anywhere)
He thought he was tough, so we benched him
Left man retired from the pitch like Beckham (Hahaha)
Hold up the waps, we press 'em
Rise out the thing and kweff 'em, kweff 'em (Bow-bow-bow)
Hit the kickback and press it
Shit, if I have no wap I'll sheff it
I'm anti P, free smoke for the Waterz
Anything Q get corned up
I came home, seen the smaller one rap
Hands on my head, can't believe it (Dickhead)
Haha, the cheek shit
That prick ain't down for the street shit (No he ain't)
You can lie to the fans, no he ain't on piss
See fear in your eyes when we crashed that whip
Then you skrr'd off with your dead friend's bitch
Last time that I saw one of them
We stretched them bait watch his whole belly glitch
So many got rammed by the bloodclart whip (In the air)
Nowadays I'm just tryna get rich (Yes )
Come find man up in this kitch' (Yes)
Still choppin' snow in this 'rex
I whipped it right, then I whipped it left
Can't tell me 'bout bando shifts
Countless nights I ain't had no kip (No)
I been settin' up shop, I might hit your strip (Yes)
Heard your girl's bad, I might hit your bitch (Come here)
I like money and fuck-off sticks
You don't wanna get hit with the blicks (No you don't)
Like, dem man are bad for the chicks (Yeah)
Like, out in the field you're a bitch
I get thrill when I squeeze on sticks
Man handle the grip, man strangle the trig' (Bow)
Came fresh home, wagwan, what's goodie? (Wag-wan?)
Charged up fully, QC bully
Man tryna turn a Five to a zoobie
Like anything P get bun (Bow)
Free Blitz, free Yevz
Free Sus, free Wavey (Free 'em up)
They don't wanna' see the gang go crazy (No they don't)
They don't wanna' see the gang go (Gang go)
Talk is cheap, we let corn speak (Grr pow)
Two hands on when the handting beat (Grr pow)
Hella peng gyal wanna' feel this D
Black chucky mode when I feel this glee
Anything P rise up and spray
Doggystyle ting when I'm dicking down bae (Whoo)
Smashed down packs OT, that's kway
Two of them dead, get gone in a day
Likkle man shots, you're fuckin' kray
Watch my right hand swing with force, insane
I AG bop when I wave and shave
Fuck with the .22's, more time let's spray
Spot me a opp, let it glee, let it blaze (Bow-bow)
One hand on the wheel, one hand on the gauge (Bow-bow)
Foot on the gas, blow it down in one way (Skrr)
Foot on the gas, blow it down in one way
Fuck that, I'm riding 'round
I'm sliding 'round, spot opp, I'mma bine him now (Grr bow)
Six in the spin I'mma slime him out
Six in the spin tryna lie him down (Let's go)
Fuck that, I'm riding 'round
I'm sliding 'round, spot opp I'mma bine him now
Six in the spin I'mma slime him out
Six in the spin tryna lie him down
Out on your block, where's Wally? (Where he at?)
Two hands on, tryna slap this guri
Gang got bodies, pack man properly
Gang hop out, everyone play their part
He tried run so I swiped his clarts (Whoosh)
And the head top ching by bro from far (Get down)
Creep in the day, we creep in the dark
Grr, baow when the handting bark
Free Suspect he could be on the charts (Yes)
Free Broadday, that's a broad day blast (Bow)
Still out tryna turn man skunk
Shave man bald like monk
Fuck Dotz and Gucci, they turned runtz (Silly cunts)
Silly cunt, silly cunt
They don't wanna' get bucked by my anglo arms or this spinting tucked
Old school days, had my shank in my rutch
Just do it bad and the g-s do cuts
Back-back hella cheek, splash, ching (Baow)
Nowadays hella' boom
Foot on the gas 'til she zoom
Don't get whacked while you're thinking loose (Grr bow, grr bow)
On the wing plug him in like Fumez
I'm drillin' on streets way before I made tunes (Yes I was)
We sweep a man up no broom
All hell break loose when I step in the room (Yeah)
And we don't know about Fish O Filet
We jump out drill it, we jump out kill it (Woosh)
And we don't know about Fish O Filet
We jump out drill it, we jump out kill it (Jump out kill it)
Jump out click it, jump out wig it
Jump out click it, jump out wig it (Wig it)
Fuck that, I'm riding 'round
I'm sliding 'round, spot opp I'mma bine him now (Grr bow)
Six in the spin I'mma slime him out
Six in the spin tryna lie him down (Let's go)
Fuck that, I'm riding 'round
I'm sliding 'round, spot opp I'mma bine him now
Six in the spin I'mma slime him out
Six in the spin tryna lie him down
Fuck that, I'm riding 'round
I'm sliding 'round, spot opp I'mma bine him now
Six in the spin I'mma slime him out
Six in the spin tryna lie him down
Fuck that, I'm riding 'round
I'm sliding 'round, spot opp I'mma bine him now
Six in the spin I'mma slime him out
Six in the spin tryna lie him down
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