Flame Strangs

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(Ayo, Corey)

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Yeah, I love the gang, bump heads, but we gon' squabble up

Yeah, I love the gang, we bump heads, but we gon' squabble up

Yeah, I love my niggas, we bump heads, but we gon' squabble up

Them niggas can't do it, yeah, them niggas think they tough as us

He took ten blows to the chin, I told him tighten up

My nigga got that Glock, it got a stick, so he gon' light it up

My nigga got that Glock, it got that stick, but he gon' light it up

I'm road runnin' all up in these Maisons, tell 'em tighten up

You niggas, y'all been rappin' for some years, y'all let us pass you up

Tour bitches bad, I'm at the top drinkin' Wocky, yeah

Throw that lil' shit in the pot and rerock 'em up

Gloves, ski mask, pack of dope, and a strap on my hip

I was dealt to play two cards, that's the life that I live

Sippin' on some Wock' and baby bar, in the car with that shit

Y'all had two years, y'all just slid, and we still trippin' shit

He said he want a whole, I gave him half, cut the tell off a brick

Give him twenty blicks plus ten and we wet up the shit

I be super fly, dripped down, I'll step on a bitch

Stretch his ass out right on the curb if he ain't bigger than Park

Trippin' from the Ace, thumb down, I bail straight to the Park

Got a fireman, I slid first, it's a race in the dark

Bounce out on his block and flame it up, yeah, I love that lil' part

FN got that infrared beam, he got hit with a dart

Flame strangs and the STL baps when we bomb around

STL caps and Jay hats when we bome around

I'm with the Baby Stones, when we trippin', known to shut it down

She said she wanna ride with the gang, but can't hold shit down

Five-percent tint when we slide, we tryna man shit down

Eighth Street cellblock right to PMB

Real Jayside baby, can't forget 'bout the MFB

All my niggas top five, nah, that ain't includin' me

Dissin' on the gang, we gon' put him more than six feet

Man, big chopsticks with suppressors so you don't hear no sound

If you don't put the flame strings in your shoes, then you can't come around

DPs and put-ons, ain't got no squabble, you get squabbled down

I love to see my niggas in they bag, that's what I'm talkin' 'bout

I really miss my nigga Tiny Madd, yeah, we gon' hold it down

Sniper was the other hero, if you know what I'm talkin' 'bout

Chief Keef got that toaster, he ain't playin', he gon' walk you down

When BSG walk in, we who everybody talkin' 'bout

Give him twenty blicks plus ten and we wet up the shit

I be super fly, dripped down, I'll step on a bitch

Stretch his ass out right on the curb if he ain't bigger than Park

Trippin' from the Ace, thumb down, I bail straight to the Park

Got a fireman, I slid first, it's a race in the dark

Bounce out on his block and flame it up, yeah, I love that lil' part

FN got that infrared beam, he got hit with a dart

Flame strangs and the STL baps when we bomb around

Like bitch, I'm bouncin' out the coupe, I'm tryna headshot him

Yeah, lil' partner up in the grabba, I know they sad 'bout it

Ain't new to this, I lose a bitch, these hoes for everybody

Baby Stone Gorillas, we the ones, we like the hottest topic

Brodie went to Vegas for a chopper, that bitch go blocka-blocka

Baby, we can explore in Dior, but she want Dolce Gabbana

The pounds of OG from AZT, but she callin' me papa

Have them mix the uh with the uh, I got scripts from the doctor

Don't want your love, but when it rain, be my sunshine

On the road doin' shows, still be duckin', dodgin' one-time

Head good, pussy good, yeah, that bitch bad

Bank account six figures, that's a big bag

I just put an opp up in a 'Wood, nigga, puff, puff, pass

Opposition never wanna slide, they just tip past

Push a nigga shit way back, we call that get-back

I heard them niggas bodybagged your brother, you ain't slid back

Give him twenty blicks plus ten and we wet up the shit

I be super fly, dripped down, I'll step on a bitch

Stretch his ass out right on the curb if he ain't bigger than Park

Trippin' from the Ace, thumb down, I bail straight to the Park

Got a fireman, I slid first, it's a race in the dark

Bounce out on his block and flame it up, yeah, I love that lil' part

FN got that infrared beam, he got hit with a dart

Flame strangs and the STL baps when we bomb around

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