Flame Em, Pt. 2 Jo Bandz (Ft. Kay Flock & Set Da Trend)

[Intro: JO Bandz]
Glo made that beat?
Swear to God
Gang
Grrah
DOA, DOA
Gang
Bands, bands, bands
Grrah
Grrah
Gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang

[Verse 1: JO Bandz]
First thing first, they can suck my dick
And it's still Cane up in the spliff
Mentioning my dead, that's how you get hit
Fuck that shit nigga, we gon' switch up the whip
How y'all spinnin' the Sev? Y'all ain't never did shit
How y'all talking that shit? Y'all never did shit, like
Go and pick up a gun, like
Mentioning JB, that's a ticket to death
Smoking Lotti, dummy, don't be next
Niggas really soft, y'all really AquaFresh
Spinning through the Sev, watch hollows hit ya neck
Niggas ain't a score, that we ain't upset
Just ask the opps, they treat us with respect
DOA the motto, please don't forget
Call up lil' Gotti, aiming for your chеst
Who the fuck is Keem? He ain't on shit
Made tеn tracks, nigga never bent
Lookin' for me, nigga on the bench
Sugarhill what? Y'all niggas really kids
Shot in ya' head, stil ain't never spin
Still free Nazzy Loc out the pen
Solid as a rock, punching niggas brims
We the real flock, Glocks that extend
Boy we don't run, boy we don't trip
That nigga cap, was runnin' fast, Rick
I was fourteen, catching real cases
Lil Notti with me, moving real anxious
Trigger finger itchin', nigga, we ain't brainless
Pissing me off, now I'm upset
Ballin' like Diddy, nigga, I'm a vet
Still live long JB on the set
Sev block, DOA, we up next
Jay Billz slidin' up with the TEC
Don't spin in no V's and get flipped
We the real opp, putting in pain
Shot by a dyke, nigga, you a lame
Begging me for cash, nigga, it's a shame
DOA the gang, nigga, know my name
Chillin' with the opps, you gonna get flamed