flauging

Beyonzo, turn up on the ears Put these hoes from the hate track and get in my park When I go out and pop my drip like Fosse Young n***a cap, jap, and floss You poppin' the n***a, the n***a stay dodged We here to have game, chow adding the noggin Keep your head low, we don't fool with the noggin We don't f*ck with my phone, gotta get em gone It's a whole lot of block, it's a whole lot of block over here AP on my wrist, two talkers to clear I can see two after my rearview mirror I ain't tryna get a fly shot stick in my skirt You know I did it, ain't no point in turnin' Tied with a deacon, got hit with a spurn Three out of two, he'll kick us the curb The drop just came, and that shit go to work I shit on these n****s, I'm comin' like turds Puttin' on the Glocks in his head with the birds You should've brought a palm, but this what I heard Put way too stick, I'm hoppin' surge Your bruh talkin' shit, he just ain't game If he catch us, I'll put his head on the pavement Early in the hoe, talkin' shit like he made With a box on the Glock, no top, no safe You know how he get when he comes to this shit He pop off on your block, hit his head with the switch Hit his head, put it all out, call it a two We sent out a message, lil' bruh, you a bitch And we go through your pocket, that shit'll freely hit the blunt One tap, pass it to the clique Hit the blunt, one tap, pass it to the clique Put down on my n***a, I know that it shine When I riff on my n***a, I took out his name Hey, bitch, start playin', can't eat up the man Lil' JD not playin', tryna get to the band One time I sang with a Glock in my pants These n****s on fan, be suckin' my hand You said that my baby didn't, mm, gave it He smokin' his, I do that, I'm a daddy Drake come in the trap, you know you gotta pay me Big boy Glock, ain't f*ck with V8 I just sign the air, and you think what you make Gon' cook a lil' boy like we'll make him some bacon Dick, dick ho from the Hate Trio, I can get my party When I go out and pop my drip like Fos that young n***a cap, jack flaws You poppin' the n***a, the n***a stay doggy We hit tap gang, cho-addin' the noggin Kid dyin' though, we don't fool with the narc 304 to my phone, gotta get him gone It's a whole lot of blockin' It's a whole lot of blockin' APG, Tonga, yeah