Flame Em lyrics

[Intro: Jo Bandz]
Ayy, 2300 Beats going crazy
Gang
Gang, gang, gang
Grrah, grrah-grrah
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang

[Verse 1: Jo Bandz]
Kay with me he totin' the strap
If he throw up the Gz he get shot in his back, like
f*ck that, we ain't speakin' to opps, like
f*ck that n*gga, every opp gonna get shot, like
f*ck that, we ain't clickin' enough, like
f*ck that n*gga, we gonna click 'til its done, like
f*ck that, we gon' aim for his body
Smoking on Matt, mix it with the Lotti (Lotti)
Run up on Jo, I'ma catch a body
We spin through the G with ease like this a hobby
Two man deep, n*gga, please, who really want it?
We went to the Ts, like Gz what's really flockin'?
Kay Flock gon' flock for me now he's a goner
Don't make me call Dougiе B he gonna hawk 'em
Pull up and send sеventeen if he bunny hoppin'
My brothers gon' ride for me, ain't no talkin'
Opp treesh giving out her mouth like an extortion
You run through the block, then Kay gon' have to off him, like
[Bridge: Jo Bandz & Kay Flock]
Bend through my block like, Grrah Grrah like bend through my block like Grrah Grrah

[Verse 2: Kay Flock]
For the last time, like, what did y'all did to me? (Did to me)
Got a .40 with some new artillery (Grrah, grrah, boom)
Aim at his back take him right out his misery
She like, "Kay Flock, I love you", you kidding me? (No)
You a lil' baba lil' b*tch you ain't tricking me (Dummy)
Spin through my block, you ain't missing me
S double M and the Reys where the Trendys be (Trends)
And for JB I'm letting that semi squeeze
Free lil' Naz, he got booked with the lemon squeeze (Lemon squeeze)
Can't forgot Jo Wvttz, he sent seventeen (Grrah)
n*ggas on media, but they ain't bending me (Bending me)
Ask how many shots that they sent to me
On parole with a chop like I don't got felonies (Felonies)
And lil' Paco a rat, what y'all telling me? (b*tch)
You not my amigo, lil' n*gga a enemy (lil' Mexican b*tch)

[Verse 3: Set Da Trend]
Catch your sister, put di*k where her belly be
I hope that y'all n*ggas don't think y'all ahead of me
Spin through the Lam', seven shots in the cut
Spin through the 8 smoking Matthew, that's runtz
Thunder my brother, for him I’ma bust
Free Naz Locc, put a Drilly in the trunk
Catch me a Drilly, leave him like Blizzy
Spinnin' so much, I'm starting to get dizzy
Two guns up, what the f*ck is a Blixky?
Henny for Lenny, I'm getting tipsy
Talking on Blay, we send shots at your kidney
He said that he want me n*gga come and get me
Yeah, I'm outside, totin' the .9
I catch a opp, hollows rip through his spine
I get caught on a drill then I'm doing the time
Can't f*ck with no 4z
Slide to the 8, we don't show no remorse
EJ he got it, you know he gon' toss
b*tch, I'm YB, know I'm kicking in doors
I'm on the 6 smoking dope on the porch
Heard they mans got killed, they took a loss
Nazzy keep shooting, come on up out the floor
We like copping Dior, up in every store
I gotta get it, I just took a loss
For JB, I'm balling on the court
Talk on my brother you gon' meet the Lord
Me and Naz two deep on the revel
Two Glocks they don't got no safety
Me and Nazzy like Curry and KD
When we slide through they block, they don't play deep
Two-three shots, I feel like a baby
[Verse 4: Kay Flock & Set Da Trend]
Keep a knocker walking with my lady
I be lurking, dare a n*gga play me
b*tch, I'm booked with the 80 now I'm totin' Stacy
Spinnin' Perry, I ain't talking Katy
Spin through, tryna' tear that up on daily (What)

[Outro: Set Da Trend]
Spin through, tryna' tear that up on daily
They like, "SetDaTrend you really buggin'"