Flank
Running from the bottom, straight for the top
If you got a problem then we aim for the top
Make a phone call, see a flank from a spot
All the dead bodies gonna stay there and rot
After we moved from the scene he was fooled by his dream
Because he moves really clean, that is not
Right, because the dude really seems like he's cool but he schemes
In the back trying to write down and plot
How you gonna act like you're hood but you're not
How do you spray when you never even popped
You say you break bread when you don't have a squad
You say you move fast with the speed of a sloth
You said you got the aim and the range of a boss
When the dogs spray k's or you fade, but you lost.
That's how we play when we spray all the ops
Smoke gas all day throw strains in the bong
That's how it goes
Get to the top of the coast, smoke it then float
Run up the game with the bros, pack me a bowl
Play with my bread then your toast, call up the whole
Squad now you turn to a ghost
Get to the top now the squad breaks bread
Everything you say it does not make sense
Lock with the toy, it does not play games
Got your bitch on my stick like a play station
Little flip of the switch, it's a playdate then
Little kick of the flip gotta position
Gotta run to the top so I condition
I am just saying
Run up the bread with the bros, we are just praying
Put in the work till we're dead in the dirt or the pavement
Team on the grind and we're aiming for numbers like weigh-ins
Go for the gold and move with the key, I'm a Saiyan
Stop with the z's the beam on the cannon is preying
Homies pull up and they're rocking all black like an agent
Dot on the head, if you make a move, no delaying
Dot on the head, wait
Running from the bottom, straight for the top
If you got a problem then we aim for the top
Make a phone call, see a flank from a spot
All the dead bodies gonna stay there and rot
After we moved from the scene he was fooled by his dream
Because he moves really clean, that is not
Right, because the dude really seems like he's cool but he schemes
In the back trying to write down and plot
Write down and plot all you want, that shit won't work
The nerve of a hater that just wanna make your life worse
You can get hurt, we can flank, now you're put on a shirt
If you got a problem then we aim for the top
Make a phone call, see a flank from a spot
All the dead bodies gonna stay there and rot
After we moved from the scene he was fooled by his dream
Because he moves really clean, that is not
Right, because the dude really seems like he's cool but he schemes
In the back trying to write down and plot
How you gonna act like you're hood but you're not
How do you spray when you never even popped
You say you break bread when you don't have a squad
You say you move fast with the speed of a sloth
You said you got the aim and the range of a boss
When the dogs spray k's or you fade, but you lost.
That's how we play when we spray all the ops
Smoke gas all day throw strains in the bong
That's how it goes
Get to the top of the coast, smoke it then float
Run up the game with the bros, pack me a bowl
Play with my bread then your toast, call up the whole
Squad now you turn to a ghost
Get to the top now the squad breaks bread
Everything you say it does not make sense
Lock with the toy, it does not play games
Got your bitch on my stick like a play station
Little flip of the switch, it's a playdate then
Little kick of the flip gotta position
Gotta run to the top so I condition
I am just saying
Run up the bread with the bros, we are just praying
Put in the work till we're dead in the dirt or the pavement
Team on the grind and we're aiming for numbers like weigh-ins
Go for the gold and move with the key, I'm a Saiyan
Stop with the z's the beam on the cannon is preying
Homies pull up and they're rocking all black like an agent
Dot on the head, if you make a move, no delaying
Dot on the head, wait
Running from the bottom, straight for the top
If you got a problem then we aim for the top
Make a phone call, see a flank from a spot
All the dead bodies gonna stay there and rot
After we moved from the scene he was fooled by his dream
Because he moves really clean, that is not
Right, because the dude really seems like he's cool but he schemes
In the back trying to write down and plot
Write down and plot all you want, that shit won't work
The nerve of a hater that just wanna make your life worse
You can get hurt, we can flank, now you're put on a shirt
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Writer(s): Juan Castro
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