Jo Bandz - Flame Em lyrics

Ayy, 2300 Beats going crazy gang
Gang, gang, gang grrah, grrah-grrah
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang

Kay with me he totin' the strap
If he throw up the Gz he
Get shot in his back, like
Fuck that, we ain't speakin' to opps, like
Fuck that nigga, every opp gonna get shot
Like
Fuck that, we ain't clickin' enough, like
Fuck that nigga, we gonna
Click 'til it's done, like
Fuck that, we gon' aim for his body
Smoking on Matt, mix it with the Lotti
Run up on JO, I'ma catch a body
We spin through the G
We eat like this a hobby
Two man deep nigga please
Who really want it? We went to the Ts
Like Gz what's really flockin'?


Kay Flock gon' flock for me
Now he's a goner
Don't make me call Dougiе B
He gonna hawk 'em
Pull up and send sеventeen
If he bunny hoppin'
My brothers gon' ride for me
Ain't no talkin' opp treesh giving out her
Mouth like an extortion
You run through the block, then Kay
Gon' have to off him, like

For the last time, like
What did y'all did to me?
Got a 40 with some new artillery
Aim at his back take him right out his misery
She like, "Kay Flock, I love you"
You kidding me? You a lil' baba lil' bitch
You ain't tricking me
Spin through my block you ain't missing me
S double M and the Reys where the Trendys be
And for JB I'm letting that semi squeeze
Free lil' Naz he got booked
With the lemon squeeze
Can't forgot Jo Watts he sent seventeen
Niggas on media, but they ain't bending me
Ask how many shots that they sent to me
On parole with a chop like
I don't got felonies
And lil' Paco around? What
Y'all telling me?
You not my amigo lil' nigga a enemy
(lil' Mexi a bitch)

Catch your sister
Put dick where her belly be
I hope that y'all niggas don't
Think y'all ahead of me
Spin through the land, seven shots in the cut
Spin through the 8 smoking Matthew
That's runtz
Thunder my brother, for him I’ma bust
Free Naz Loc, put a Drilly in the trunk
Catch me a Drilly, leave him like Blizzy
Spinnin' so much, I'm starting to get dizzy
Two guns up, what the fuck is a Blixky?
Henny for Lenny, I'm getting tipsy
Talking on Blay we send shots at your kidney
He said that he want me nigga come and get me
Yea I'm outside, totin' the nine
I catch a opp hollows rip through his spine
I get caught on a drill
Then I'm doing the time
Can't fuck with no 4s
Slide to the 8 we don't show no remorse
EJ he got it, you know he gon' toss
Bitch I'm YB know I'm kicking in doors
I'm on the 6 smoking dope on the porch
Heard they mans got kilt, they took a loss
Nazzy keep shooting, come on up out the floor
We like copping Dior, up in every store
I gotta get it, I just took a loss
For JB I'm balling on the court
Talk on my brother you gon' meet the Lord
Me and Naz two deep on the revel
Two Glocks they don't got no safety
Me and Nazzy like Curry and KD
When we slide through they block
They don't play deep
Two three shots I feel like a baby

Keep a knocker walking with my lady
I be lurking, dare a nigga play me
Bitch I'm booked with the 80
Now I'm totin' Stacy
Spinnin' Perry I ain't talking Katy
Spin through, tryna' tear that up on daily
(What)

Spin through, tryna' tear that up on daily
Like, It's Set Da Trend, you really buggin'