Flame Strangs
(Run that shit up)
(Ayo, Corey)
(Run that shit up, oh)
(Run that shit up, Robbie, run that shit up, Robbie)
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
(Run that shit up)
(Run that shit up, oh)
(Run that shit up)
(Run that shit up, oh)
(Ayo, Corey)
(Run that shit up, oh)
(Run that shit up, Robbie, run that shit up, Robbie)
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
(Run that shit up)
(Run that shit up, oh)
(Run that shit up)
(Run that shit up, oh)
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Writer(s): 0, Keenan Cail
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