Lyrics:
HONORcBLE FLEX(S.O.S. LO, featuring Chris King and Trippie Red) SONG SHEET
Song Produced by: cdrian "cP" Porter, cbraham Poythress and , CeeJay
I’m not fucking with that fake shit
Drive-by shooting with a finger-gun, embrace it
Y’all not giving it your all, y’all are complacent
I take it all
Load up bare dollars and stuck up bare range rovers (Hmm)
Sell out the O2
Me nah sell out me bredda man
Ah no so me born
Live by gun die by gun
Show
y’all created by offending us
It’s ready to erupt protect the money keep them semi’s tucked
And all oppositions get executed ain’t no playing tuff
Fuck
with a whole new hatred for blondes
But bias? I hate all bi-es the same baby, come on
Excuse the pun, but bi- is such a broad statement
And I am
with scraps of song
The desolated ways along:
Through sickly fields all shrapnel-sown,
And meadows reaped by death alone;
By blazing cross
disrespect him or somethin', I was tryna disrespect y'all
'Cause that's what I'm doin' (gun-cocking) from here on in
My new name from now on, don't even call
Felt Fine)
Now songs are about gangsters and guns and the TV speeds by at a 100 deaths an hour and every one wants to pull off a crime in the century
thru a gun
But I'll put that shit right down we can do fisticuffs
Such a nuesance blinded by your love didn't get to choose it
Blinded by these drugs I'm
my nigga seat
Ion want no hoes, I want the pros, ima keep it P
You live by the gun, you die by it and ima keep it street
Call my gun Jimmy Butler
How the hell you spell GUN, G-U-N, G-U-N How the hell you spell RUN, R-U-N, R-U-N
Let's go and slide and have fun, Are You In, Are You In. I'm tired
shot, two shot, pussy must get drop
Unlimited guns, we got bullets by the stock
Run up on my endz and you will get knock
Bullet ah spread round, cud ah
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We use cakes to get by, by the dudes in blue
By killing cops and selling drugs
But what can you do?
Buying a killing
they want
Sell me, throw me away
Niggas just don't give a fuck about a nigga like me, right
Like I'm a f-, I'm a gun, shit
It's like I'm
they want
Sell me, throw me away
Niggas just don't give a fuck about a nigga like me, right
Like I'm a f-, I'm a gun, shit
It's like I'm
If don't get picture I'mma paint all in song
You gotta load the gun and share my candy so long
What it look like?
What the mood like? (Sure)
I got you
his phone ,
You Can tell by the song the type of time I'm on
Verse 2
Run up an get wrong get hit ,
Got me a glizzy equip wit a dick ,
30 round clip
with them guys that society begrudges
We been thuggin' worldwide got arenas buzzin'
We survived gettin' fronted by Ilena cousin
Before you could sell
Francis, M to the iz-H phenomenal
Gun rest under your vest by the abdominal
Rhyme a few bars so I can buy a few cars
And I kick a few flows so I can pimp
Francis, M to the iz-H phenomenal
Gun rest under your vest by the abdominal
Rhyme a few bars so I can buy a few cars
And I kick a few flows so I can pimp
Grime scene law, I stay raw
I live by the grime scene law, I stay raw
I live by the grime scene law, I stay raw
I live by the grime scene law
I live
happens to swerve this way
Hope nobody deserves quick spray
I feel an angelic surge this day
They feeling my songs
Been doing it long
They want me
of doris' got issues and wishes
Got the jam but gettin' paid up off the misses
Ain't nothin' wrong but wait fuck another love song
It's the brand
Got issues and wishes
Got the jam but gettin paid up off the misses
Ain't nothin wrong but wait f*** another love song
It's the r&b strangler
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