HOW?!?
YoungFlavioo
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Like why niggas on my dick? Big Face of Harlem Everything for Amir We throw up the A, that's for Adot How you an oota, but don't got no knocks? How you see me and ain't dump a shot? He ain't die, so we smoking his pops On this side, we be playing with chops I don't name drop, cuz I'm wit it Big EBK, throw a shot at his fitted Like, how ya running but I didn't click it? Free SB, we like Jordan & Pippen Tryna diss me, that nigga a clown Got shot in his leg, now he paralyzed down Like a beyblade, we spinning around Like, lil nigga I'm talk of the town Big MBL, brought that shit from the ground Like a logo, put 'em in the ground Throw that shit up, then we throw it down Niggas cappin', go wear cap and gown Niggas dissin', I'm upset Big EBK, keep my foot on ya necks I'm up now and ya still don't got next Dissin' my niggas a ticket to death Tried to run, but he tripped on the steps Ain't hiding lil nigga, come spin thru Lex New opp, caught a shot to the chest EBK BOE, Everything dead If its beef, its no time to dead it Stop dissin', cuz you gon' regret it Like, lil nigga you goin' to heaven Throw up the shh, he gon' go out like Kevin He tryna box, but the chop in the coat Like how you running, I ain't throw like He tried to duck, caught a shot to the nose Got a thotty to line him, let's go Bitch I'm the one, and I shoot like D Rose Like what, ya niggas is broke Other side bummy, niggas sharing clothes Big EBK, bitch you know how it goes Play the opps, then we clearing the function I might just up it, back out in public Bloody site on the scene, its disgusting Don't got the pole, he get poked in the stomach She a thot, she beggin' for dick Trip 'em, clip 'em, beat 'em wit his kicks Ray died, now he all in my spliff He tried to duck from the glah glah He a dog, then I'm Michael Vick On my dolo, don't need no assist For my niggas, I'm taking that risk Got a dot and a scope on the glah glah glah Walk thru they block screaming everyting dead Faceshot, put the beam on his head She tryna rump, she can't sleep in my bed Like, she treeshy, leave her on read EBK, bitch they know what I rep Go dumb, Ed Eddy and Edd Check his pulse, how we fill him wit led Can't hang wit no snakes, just like Sanjay and Craig Its a whole lotta red, when we pop out that whip Even Playboi Carti know that shit He tried to run, but that dumb nigga tripped Hunnid round, Ima empty the clip If you think shit sweet, then yo ass getting popped Duck your taco when we spin that block Kash a rat, why you walkin' wit cops? Free SB, Mr. Don't Make It Hot Like Have a bitch get the drop, then its lit Big MBL, I don't care who you is Can't go out like dumbass, got shot in his hip Marco a bitch, he got shot in a whip Ain't just a rapper, lil nigga I'm 'bout it Free my demons, get bro off the island Spin opposition, looking for a challenge She ride it like Megan Thee Stallion MBL Flavioo, bitch I'm the what? Niggas mad cuz lil bitch I'm the one Please don't come to telly with no gun Smoking on Douley, shit punching my lungs Niggas mad cuz lil bitch I'm the one Please don't come to telly with no gun Smoking on Douley, shit punching my lungs Got a scope on the glah glah glah Everything dead, f*ck all the opps, everything for Amir MBL MBL MBL If they linkup, then they heaven-sent Got a casket, suit 'em like the president On a drill, kill 'em too cuz they evidence Back out sum shit, that a knock down an elephant Do a drill, I might slide to his residence 9 millimeter go glah glah glah We throwing shots and they catching it Niggas mad, I ran it up on accident I'm a legend, like a veteran I make it rain on the block, where the weatherman? And I'm tired of the diss So its everything dead, like suck my dick Hopout, come and spin Drive up, throw a shot, hit his top thru the tints Took a loss, gotta win If he throw up a P, he goin' in a spliff Tryna catch me a hit Everytime we link up, niggas never do shit Tryna catch me a hit Everytime we link up, niggas never do shit Its everything dead, when you run up on me I can't box with this gun up on me She see I'm famous, she love up on me And I post on that block, like McGee Glah Glah Glah Glah Boom Everything dead, nigga Like I said before, keep a chop Cuz we tryna send 'em to God 4 options on my block Play ball, trap or killing, or you rob She the line, no I can't cuff like Pole jam, he get beat with the gun like We on they block, posted up like wassup like Don't got the pokey, then he getting punched like Hop out, spin your block like a remix Kill everybody, ain't tryna get even She tryna line me, so I gotta squeeze it Cannot go, cuz we always on defense Flavioo on the block like a center Got the heat, make it hot in the winter Big dog, yea them niggas beginners Pray to God, cuz he know I'm a sinner Flavioo make the choppa go glah glah Like we putting niggas on Fox 5 Walkdown gang, don't care 'bout no drivebys He join the opps, then I'm bringing my mob ties On court, while they sit on the sidelines Spotemwegotem, put 'em in my highlights In the dark, got a beam in the nighttime We got one, caught him at the right time Glah Glah Glah Glah Boom Gang Gang Gang Gang Everything Dead Nigga MBL MBL MBL Everything for Ran, Everything for Taee Everything for Amir We throw up the A, that's for Adot
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