do bads - flacodag & jay makk lyrics
[intro: flaco]
(santana)
like d*mn, frah
brody, baow, baow, baow, frah
grah, grah
[verse 1: flaco da g]
why they doing bad? (like worda my dead)
heard the hat got hit in his hat
i remember those night that we trooped with the makks (ewok)
like jay makk gon up it and clap
ddot a bum, he got beat with the gun
why you saying jay makk in your tracks?
but ya father is dead in a pack
better get out the way when i slide with the makks (ewok)
and i’m spinnin through drew
got the g and i’m looking for 2s (where tf is the 2s?)
like they ain’t outside so we out to the zoo
tryna see who gon go out like nu
if he jacking the gzz then we taking his life (ygk)
me and jay 2 deep on a bike
flaco da g and you know i’m the ripk (like you know i’m the ripk)
when i slide with the rips it get lit (worda bro it get lit)
why the f*ck they keep sucking my d*ck (get off my d*ck)
like on they block tryna go for the hit (baow baow)
j6ix got shot in his lip (shot in his lip)
nu, beans both got spliffed
9oh ddot got beat with the grip
like they get shot if they mention my rips
pass it to jay he gon up it and cl!ck (jay makk get em)
like ima be d*mned if he didn’t get hit brody baow baow
[verse 2: jay makk]
the f*ck is you on? ni**as know that i really put on
lotti tried to spin now his family mourn
can’t forget about [?] got sent to the lord, like what
you smoking on who? caught a shot to the face
we smoking on matt he got shot in broad day
ni**as is b*tches and flaco don’t play
if you mention our dead’s then we ending ya day
and flaco with me tryna catch him a hat
[?]
catch [?] shots rip through his back
like he can get shot if he dropping my makk
can’t link with the gzz ni**as know that’s the opps
we smoking on rah he got hit in his top
like dthang a b*tch ni**as know he a cop
if i don’t got the gun he get beat with the mop
catch [?] get turned to a pack
like why would you mention my name in ya tracks
flaco right here he gon up it and clap
he don’t tolerate dissing don’t f*ck with the cap
spinning with javi he itching to flock
[?] you know that’s my block
and ddot a b*tch [?]
and c blu a kid shot himself with the knock
flaco with me tryna fl!ck on a hat
if she fw the opps then that b*tch getting whacked
javi with me tryna aim at his back
we kick him to death while i throw up the makk
jay jay a demon i’ll up it and clap
flaco with me tryna make a new pack
kk a b*tch, why you dropping my makk?
when i see him in person get shot in his back
[verse 3: jay makk]
grah, grah, grah, gang gang gang b*tch
grah, grah, jay makk, mb like
he was talking on notti that sh*t got me mad
kdot keep cl!cking you a do bad
ddot a b*tch and we smoking ya dad
we smoking on suave, that sh*t got me mad
i was feining to k!ll so i called up my ooter
javi right there he the realest shooter
oh that b*tch is a thot, ni**as know we gon loot her
like lefty a b*tch he got hit with a scooter
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