Lyrics: Shadon Burnell/Jaquan Johnson
Music: Shadon Burnell
(Damn, Lenny)
Grrah-grrah
(33)
Grrah-grrah, boom
TGz threw, flock, flock (C'mere)
Bro threw a shot and he caught it (C'mere)
Word to bro, on that block, it got borin' (Like)
Like, Rolly on court--
Like-like, Rolly on court, no Spalding
Like, brodie don't miss, get on him
I just might flick outta foreign (C'mere)
Two, three shots, no Jordan
Nazzy kept tryna' hit 'em, he on bullshit
Roll up Nazzy, on bro, this shit punchin'
If I keep on flicking, I bet this shit touchin' (Grrah-grrah, boom)
Flock first, no discussion
Bro keep on flickin' till he hit his brother (C'mere)
I keep spinnin', why I don't see nothing? (C'mere)
There's no way I missed him, he holdin' his stomach
Why the **** they keep sayin', I'm buggin'? (Like)
Flockin' this shit, everybody get cover
Like, word to my mother
Both threw a shot, we gon' flock wit' each other
Bitch, on my dick, ****, no, I cannot love her (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
Wanna see how I get when I bend with this gun? (Grrah-grrah)
Ain't no pushin' on 'Dot, is you dumb?
Like, like, not tryna' hear nun'
That bitch betta' move far away from her son
Ain't no game, I swear that's where I'm from (C'mere)
Indictments, they tryna' do me like Trump (C'mere)
Oh, she tryna' line me? Bitch, I'm not the one
Bullets rip through the back all the way to the front
Tryna' play with my bop, but, we want 'em dead
Ray Deady got caught one in the head
Bro get to flickin', knock him off his pegs
Oh, he a baby? We rock him to bed (Grrah-grrah)
Jay don't stop flickin', I'm tryna' go next
I think I'm gettin' close, he runnin' outta breath
Like, on my bad side, time to go bend (C'mere)
I don't want three, word to bro, I want ten
If I flock it, then miss 'em, ****, that's a sin
When I bend through the 'Rey, I'm flockin' at the Rip
Like--like, oh, that's a crip?
****, free G, he done threw at the Cig
****, I did what I did
Don't gotta tell nobody how I get
Like, you cannot live what I live
Both hands on the wheel, I'm tryna' flick the whip (C'mere)
Like, watch how I get on the Nick
Like, watch when the system free Six
When boy touchdown, I bet he eat the clip
And when Eli come home I bet he see this grip
Put the beam on the gun, he runnin' like he Rick (Grrah-grrah)
Oh, he panickin', movin' like Wick (C'mere)
If I shoot me a ten for bro, I take a trip
Like, I bet that they see a sweeper on they strip
Like, he better move, he don't got a gun
Like, he better duck, that boy better run (Better run)
Ty Boogz, shot, took it on a jump
Got shot once again and he still ain't do nothin'
Bro threw a shot and he caught it
Word to bro, on that block, it got borin' (Got borin')
Like, Rolly on court--
Like, like, Rolly on court, no Spalding
Like, brodie don't miss, get on him (Get on him)
I just might flick outta foreign (C'mere)
Two, three shots, no Jordan
Nazzy kept tryna' hit 'em, he on bullshit (Grrah-grrah, boom)
C'mere, c'mere