VonOff1700 - Flame Out lyrics
VonOff1700 [Davon Meeks] Chicago, Illinois. U.S. 🇺🇸
[VonOff1700 - Flame Out lyrics]
(I love you, Kay)
Free my hood, nigga, f**k your hood, nigga
For real, aight, okay
Lil' Vono, he don't play with niggas
(Y'all know that) when we hit they block
I'm the first to bounce out chasin' niggas
(Come here, come here)
Don't come 'round tryna kick
It, Toss Gang slimy, we'll take a nigga
(For real)
Bubba, Three, and Brick, them my dogs
I go on capers with 'em
When I chased him down, I
Got up close, I asked
"Where the f**k was you goin'?"
(You dumbass) beat up his ride, left his
Shit all on the side
His head was honkin' the horn (The f**k?)
We killed that nigga on camera
Play that shit back
We watchin' this bitch likе a porn (Shit)
The f**k is I'm buyin' a car for? I'll have
Baby Corey 'nеm go snatch me a foreign
Thirty deep up in my clip, when
I up off the hip
I'm shootin' this bitch like Jordan
(You know that) caught his ass tryna get
Gas, bounced out blastin'
We left his dumb ass at Thorntons (Dumbass)
Hit his ass all in his
Legs, he can't even walk
It look like he had an abortion (The f**k?)
Now I'm finna get rich, now everybody
On my dick, so, no
You not gettin' a portion
I did this shit myself, I didn't need help
So why niggas think they important?
(For real, dumbass)
We killed his ass and the
Opps don't even care
They treat his lil' ass like an orphan
Okay, he wonder why his bitch ain't
Home, can't leave me alone
She over here f**kin' a horseman (Okay)
You niggas be tryin' too hard, that's
Why I'm turnt, not burnt
I don't gotta force it
On God, I killed that nigga
They ain't believe me
I said that shit like Korporate (On God)
That nigga was dead on the ground
We got us a picture
We took that bitch in portrait (For real)
A bitch put a pic' on IG
While a nigga was sleep
I told bro'nem report it
What cars we ridin', the Track', the
Scat, the 'Cat? I don't know
We got too many choices (Fast shit)
One side tellin' me to go kill
One tellin' me to chill
I'm hearin' way too many voices
This not a regular Jeep, just
Look at the seat
This bitch got too many horses
The gang got only Glocks
You wouldn't believe it
You would think we got an endorsement
In a high-speed chase, you know
That we gettin' away
They callin' for reinforcements
Diss on the gang and watch how
Fast we blow your brains out (Damn)
Uh, we got his lo' and sat outside
He never came out (His bitch ass)
Uh, since you tough, drop your dot
Let's have a bang out (Right now)
Famous called my phone
He just knocked another Sane out
Bitch, you here to f**k, not to play
This not a game house (Dumbass)
Bitch, I want a 'Wood
Gold watch, stuck there
I'm at the same house (You know that)
I f**ked her good, that bitch
Gave me her keys, now this the gang house
You was the nigga then, but now
I'm that nigga now, lil' boy, your flame out
(Nigga)
(Free my hood, nigga) Free my hood, nigga
(F**k your hood, nigga) F**k your hood, nigga
I'm still on the Ave where it's all good
Nigga
Free Lil Three, nigga, free Morrie, nigga
Free the whole gang, nigga
I don't know, nigga, murderers, nigga
I made you niggas, I'll end you niggas
I don't wanna be friends with you niggas
The f**k? Come on, man we gone, yeah