FLAMED UP lyrics

[Intro]
(Getta Beats)

[Verse 1: FWC Big Key]
n*gga, f*ck a GlockBoy, I want all fins (GBK)
See an opp, if you can't whack him, n*gga, call in (Belt Gang)
n*ggas tryna wonder what Key doin', I'm on all bread (Get it?)
That wasn't us if he ain't die, boy, we hit all heads
You can't take sh*t from a shark, n*gga (At all), it's repercussions
Yeah, he took my n*gga watch, but he paid with his cousin (Hah)
This rap sh*t gettin' weak, too many lame n*ggas buzzin'
The hoes that you don't think be the main b*tches f*ckin'
Man, I don't wanna get a Trackhawk (At all)
Smack the sh*t out of a n*gga, yeah, he that soft (n*gga)
Turnt the K into a Drac', I took the back off
The b*tch better know her place, it ain't no back-talk (Play your role, n*gga)

[Verse 2: RealRichIzzo]
Everybody got a beef, my whole crew steppin' (Uh-huh)
I hate the 'Gram, everybody buyin' blue checks (n*gga)
We just fapped his brother down, he gettin' blew next (Brrt)
We don't brag on old work, we got new hats (n*gga)
Another opp just checked out (Hah), them n*ggas sick
Heard he grew up on the 7, but he died on the 6 (n*gga)
R.I.P. my n*gga Mike, my baby died on a skit (R.I.P. MB)
He used to be GlockBoy 'til he died with his blick (n*gga)
I keep hearin' all these watch jokes (Uh-huh)
Quit playin' with me, that's the sh*t that he got dropped for (n*gga)
Park the car, jump out on him, that's how drops go (Jump out gang)
You wanna be Ms. JOG, you gotta drop loc' (n*gga)
Balloon release party, we pullin' up, where the Jeep at? (Uh-huh)
f*ck 32, b*tch, we smokin' on this E pack
Caught a n*gga ridin' fish bowl and pushed his seat back (Brrt)
Belt Gang, we be everywhere he sleep at
[Verse 3: 24Lik]
Boy, I done spanked more ass than a team player (Belt to ass)
All the opps keep dyin', they need a team prayer (Hah)
n*ggas say they got my drop, I don't even care
Send me to Heaven with my Glock, too many opps in there
Ain't got life insurance, I advise you not to beef with us (Don't do that)
It's DOA or a n*gga get they face bust (Yeah)
Headshot gang, n*gga, I ain't gotta say much (At all)
They was trollin' on the 'Gram, now they can't say nothin' (b*tch)
Why? 'Cause it's E up in my 'Wood (Dead-ass n*gga)
Boy, I wish a n*gga would, they gon' find him in the woods
Yeah, I run with all smackers and them bank card crackers
I ain't gon' say lil' bro name, you know he a real clapper
b*tch, you know I ain't no rapper, I just talk sh*t on these beats
Why you lookin' for a striker, n*gga? Better use your feet (Jump out gang)
I can't argue with no n*gga who ain't got no R.I.P.s (Lame)
He ain't even got no opps, why the f*ck you got a ski?

[Verse 4: MoMoney Moo]
Ayy, finna be rich, I'll never work a nine-to-five (Money)
Even if I ever go broke, I'll use my 9 to rob
Goofy n*gga got a drop on me, his ass died slidin' (Brrt)
I got an opp that lost his eye, his ass dyin' blind
He don't need no ice, he won't survive with a kit
Bought a chain on the ninth, he got robbed on the tenth (Huh)
Push up on you and you through, boy, you dyin', no attempts
Brodie hit four in one day, my n*ggas slidin' like they drenched
[Verse 5: 392 Lil Head]
R.I.P. E, I ain't talkin' 'bout that dead n*gga (R.I.P. sis)
I love Morg, lil' brodie hit a head with me (What up, Dirt?)
Just caught an opp with his pole, but he ran with it (b*tch ass)
Only thirties in the striker, I got Tez with me (What up, 30?)
All my opps get faceshots, man, I can't lie (Hahaha)
I got an opp who want payback for his fake eye (n*gga)
Ain't blow your pole for MB, then you can't slide (R.I.P. MB)
Can't get insurance on this jewelry 'cause it ain't mine (sh*t was free)
Me and Izzo got the hoes bangin' "Turnt Up" (Haha)
We just slid past his crib, it got burnt up (That b*tch burnt down)
Lik trippin' in the striker, threw a Perc' up (What the f*ck?)
Finna cut my tether off and go and hurt somethin' (f*ck this tether)
Catch a hat, celebrate, where the hoes at? (Where the hoes?)
Strap got his chain took, where your pole at? (Your b*tch ass)
Stop braggin' on your man's work, get your own hat (n*gga)
Ain't gon' diss baldie in this song, that's an old pack, n*gga