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Flaming up
by PhantomDagoon
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You a killer, I'm a killer too
Black hoodie, black mask, I'm hoppin' out a black Jag
Call me Jimmy Neutron, when I come through, I'm gon' blast
It's like ene-mene-mani-mo, what block you finna hit the most
Heavy metal rock and roll on blood, finna snatch his soul
Five stone, five straps on blood, finna whack a ho
Slidin' up, vernon' on flame, finna pull this pole
Janky Baby Stone, I'm addicted, here to take your souls
Black P-Stone, hit the block, now we can talk later
Janky Baby Stone, home of the soul takers
Top shotta, Don-Da-Da, hit his block and killed his partner
Make some murder scenes, somebody please call the doctor
180 onna dash, lil' baby don't want that ass, I want the cash
You don't got a bag, I do the dash, I do him bad
Now the broke bitch lookin' sad
Tell the bum bitch, get off her ass and get her bag
On the road to riches, on J's, I ain't lookin' back
Tell the bitch, fuck love, I'm into makin' cash
We're runnin' to the bag, on bloods, goin' kinda fast
Pop another perk, now the demons beatin' my ass
Top shotta, Don-Da-Da, I hit his block and killed his partner
Homie said it's war time, say less, but I'm outside
Call my shooter up, bring the chopsticks, on the front line
It's crunch time, really on the block for two chops, then four nines
Niggas act stupid, hit this block, niggas gon' die
I'm really fried, chopstick re-arrange a nigga's face
So they don't make a nigga mind, but probably on her game
She gon' miss you, they gon' hit you
Bullets gon rip through a nigga tissue
You a killer, I'm a killer too
Black hoodie, black mask, I'm hoppin' out a black Jag
Call me Jimmy Neutron, when I come through, I'm gon' blast
It's like ene-mene-mani-mo, what block you finna hit the most
Heavy metal rock and roll on blood, finna snatch his soul
Five stone, five straps on blood, finna whack a ho
Slidin' up, vernon' on flame, finna pull this pole
Janky Baby Stone, I'm addicted, here to take your souls
Black P-Stone, hit the block, now we can talk later
Janky Baby Stone, home of the soul takers
Top shotta, Don-Da-Da, hit his block and killed his partner
Make some murder scenes, somebody please call the doctor
180 onna dash, lil' baby don't want that ass, I want the cash
You don't got a bag, I do the dash, I do him bad
Now the broke bitch lookin' sad
Tell the bum bitch, get off her ass and get her bag
On the road to riches, on J's, I ain't lookin' back
Tell the bitch, fuck love, I'm into makin' cash
We're runnin' to the bag, on bloods, goin' kinda fast
Pop another perk, now the demons beatin' my ass
Top shotta, Don-Da-Da, I hit his block and killed his partner
Homie said it's war time, say less, but I'm outside
Call my shooter up, bring the chopsticks, on the front line
It's crunch time, really on the block for two chops, then four nines
Niggas act stupid, hit this block, niggas gon' die
I'm really fried, chopstick re-arrange a nigga's face
So they don't make a nigga mind, but probably on her game
She gon' miss you, they gon' hit you
Bullets gon rip through a nigga tissue
