
Flame Em Jo Bandz (Ft. Kay Flock & Set Da Trend)
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[Intro: Jo Bandz]
Ayy, 2300 Beats going crazy
Gang
Gang, gang, gang
Grrah, grrah-grrah
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
[Verse 1: Jo Bandz]
Kay with me he totin' the strap
If he throw up the Gz he get shot in his back, like
Fuck that, we ain't speakin' to opps, like
Fuck that nigga, every opp gonna get shot, like
Fuck that, we ain't clickin' enough, like
Fuck that nigga, we gonna click 'til its done, like
Fuck that, we gon' aim for his body
Smoking on Matt, mix it with the Lotti (Lotti)
Run up on Jo, I'ma catch a body
We spin through the G with ease like this a hobby
Two man deep, nigga, please, who really want it?
We went to the Ts, like Gz what's really flockin'?
Kay Flock gon' flock for me now he's a goner
Don't make me call Dougiе B he gonna hawk 'em
Pull up and send sеventeen if he bunny hoppin'
My brothers gon' ride for me, ain't no talkin'
Opp treesh giving out her mouth like an extortion
You run through the block, then Kay gon' have to off him, like
Ayy, 2300 Beats going crazy
Gang
Gang, gang, gang
Grrah, grrah-grrah
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
[Verse 1: Jo Bandz]
Kay with me he totin' the strap
If he throw up the Gz he get shot in his back, like
Fuck that, we ain't speakin' to opps, like
Fuck that nigga, every opp gonna get shot, like
Fuck that, we ain't clickin' enough, like
Fuck that nigga, we gonna click 'til its done, like
Fuck that, we gon' aim for his body
Smoking on Matt, mix it with the Lotti (Lotti)
Run up on Jo, I'ma catch a body
We spin through the G with ease like this a hobby
Two man deep, nigga, please, who really want it?
We went to the Ts, like Gz what's really flockin'?
Kay Flock gon' flock for me now he's a goner
Don't make me call Dougiе B he gonna hawk 'em
Pull up and send sеventeen if he bunny hoppin'
My brothers gon' ride for me, ain't no talkin'
Opp treesh giving out her mouth like an extortion
You run through the block, then Kay gon' have to off him, like
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