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flick - m row lyrics

[intro]
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word to my g, n*gga, word to my deads
(jelly on that)
fl!ck, fl!ck, like
like

[verse]
we put fear in they heart
let me start we the reason some bullets got put in they skin
tyrell got shot on the store run flock, n*ggas tossed him, two for one tag with his friend
then n*ggas hopped through, screaming they got you, i’m mad ’cause they could’ve just shot you again
shot to the ground on the floor n*gga fell hard, your health bar lower then forty percent (m row, like)
n*ggas know what i throw up the k to
i speak about drills i done did, y’all relatе to
‘oos ma shot in his facial
bullet was hot can’t believе it ain’t fatal
hole in his head that sh*t look like a bagel
can’t flock back and he didn’t have aim too
personal, give me my sp*ce too
refused to get tagged but get grazed by a stray too
fl!ck it, watch you not throw back
if he not tagged, word to bro i’m a go back
ski, all black no kodak
hit him on vanish, pop out never roll back
put a new opp on, please don’t lack
oh that’s a broom u*turn so i drove back
thot b*tch, want her to throat that
please keep on your pants, i want no cat
free good day so the brodies can spliff him
bro just ran in his cell tryna rip him
like sav, ye, victim
i got the phone call after they hit him
bro said pass of the g in the system
he did bad when he threw ’cause he missed him
when i saw b rose i was mad, d*mn
when i saw b rose i was mad i ain’t k!ll him
belt to the ass don’t play with my ranking
like really gave multiple spankings
zay got tagged, i’ m surprised he ain’t packed up
left on the floor like he planking
blitz, both sides, flanking
i was mad that he lived, i hope god who you thanking
how you saying the f, what you banging?
don’t put your hand out, i’m leaving you hanging
ye who the f*ck you got shot with?
go get back, word to bro, need to stop it
where was your gun should’ve c*cked it
aimed it, seen a good target and flocked it
we mob through blocks, make it look like a mosh pit
rainin’ with bullets, not talking no faucet
creep, lurking and watch it
hop out fl!cking, he ducking and dodging
[outro]
word to bro, n*gga

- m row lyrics

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