Like, I just wanna know
Why the f*ck is y'all tryna get low?
Is you bending coming wit your bros?
We outside so nigga, let me know.
I'm on his yard, like a gnome
Niggas already posted at your home
Smack with the G, left the nigga froze
When I throw, everybody gon' throw
Flocked down, turn to a ghost
You get hit in ya shit, if you say you DIE 0
Keep a lazer my shit gotta blow
Shot to his neck and the back of his coat.
C-C-Clapped him, turned into smoke
Why the f*ck is y'all tryna get low
Outside and I'm toting this chrome
Only need me and I do it alone.
Don't needa beam,I got aim with the shit
I done trained in the field for that shit
Gun jam, start beating that shit
Double, Back on that block cause I missed
Oh he think he safe? just watch how I flick
Thinking he fast, he gon' eat on these tips
380. so loud, connected it to his fit
O-O-Oh my God, that nigga a spliff
I'm a QB, tell em' go deep
He receivin' the shots, we goin' know by the screams
He on the ground, watchin' him bleed
They pumpin' his chest, nigga tryna breathe
How many times we gotta make us a scene
You takin' trips? nigga, please
Hop out? Said you making them flee?
Why you ain't do that when you ran into me?
Like move to tact in a V, See you but you cant see me
Scabbing em up, turn a nigga to meat
He on the ground call that shit ground beef
F*ck it, we boutta spin to they T's
Up it and blam on the first one I see
Like, he think he fast on his feet?
Chasing him down got his stamina on E
Damn bro, you gotta creep, Like did you not listen to me?
Before you gon up it gotta scoop the scene
Don't try and rush it gotta do it clean.
Wear you a mask so the cameras don't see
Don't move suspicious gotta keep it P.
T-Cardi on shit, don't you make a peep
When its time to go spin better up on that G.
Gle Flex
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Like, I just wanna know
Why the f*ck is y'all tryna get low?
Is you bending coming wit your bros?
We outside so nigga, let me know.
I'm on his yard, like a gnome
Niggas already posted at your home
Smack with the G, left the nigga froze
When I throw, everybody gon' throw
Flocked down, turn to a ghost
You get hit in ya shit, if you say you DIE 0
Keep a lazer my shit gotta blow
Shot to his neck and the back of his coat.
C-C-Clapped him, turned into smoke
Why the f*ck is y'all tryna get low
Outside and I'm toting this chrome
Only need me and I do it alone.
Don't needa beam,I got aim with the shit
I done trained in the field for that shit
Gun jam, start beating that shit
Double, Back on that block cause I missed
Oh he think he safe? just watch how I flick
Thinking he fast, he gon' eat on these tips
380. so loud, connected it to his fit
O-O-Oh my God, that nigga a spliff
I'm a QB, tell em' go deep
He receivin' the shots, we goin' know by the screams
He on the ground, watchin' him bleed
They pumpin' his chest, nigga tryna breathe
How many times we gotta make us a scene
You takin' trips? nigga, please
Hop out? Said you making them flee?
Why you ain't do that when you ran into me?
Like move to tact in a V, See you but you cant see me
Scabbing em up, turn a nigga to meat
He on the ground call that shit ground beef
F*ck it, we boutta spin to they T's
Up it and blam on the first one I see
Like, he think he fast on his feet?
Chasing him down got his stamina on E
Damn bro, you gotta creep, Like did you not listen to me?
Before you gon up it gotta scoop the scene
Don't try and rush it gotta do it clean.
Wear you a mask so the cameras don't see
Don't move suspicious gotta keep it P.
T-Cardi on shit, don't you make a peep
When its time to go spin better up on that G.
Gle Flex
Why the f*ck is y'all tryna get low?
Is you bending coming wit your bros?
We outside so nigga, let me know.
I'm on his yard, like a gnome
Niggas already posted at your home
Smack with the G, left the nigga froze
When I throw, everybody gon' throw
Flocked down, turn to a ghost
You get hit in ya shit, if you say you DIE 0
Keep a lazer my shit gotta blow
Shot to his neck and the back of his coat.
C-C-Clapped him, turned into smoke
Why the f*ck is y'all tryna get low
Outside and I'm toting this chrome
Only need me and I do it alone.
Don't needa beam,I got aim with the shit
I done trained in the field for that shit
Gun jam, start beating that shit
Double, Back on that block cause I missed
Oh he think he safe? just watch how I flick
Thinking he fast, he gon' eat on these tips
380. so loud, connected it to his fit
O-O-Oh my God, that nigga a spliff
I'm a QB, tell em' go deep
He receivin' the shots, we goin' know by the screams
He on the ground, watchin' him bleed
They pumpin' his chest, nigga tryna breathe
How many times we gotta make us a scene
You takin' trips? nigga, please
Hop out? Said you making them flee?
Why you ain't do that when you ran into me?
Like move to tact in a V, See you but you cant see me
Scabbing em up, turn a nigga to meat
He on the ground call that shit ground beef
F*ck it, we boutta spin to they T's
Up it and blam on the first one I see
Like, he think he fast on his feet?
Chasing him down got his stamina on E
Damn bro, you gotta creep, Like did you not listen to me?
Before you gon up it gotta scoop the scene
Don't try and rush it gotta do it clean.
Wear you a mask so the cameras don't see
Don't move suspicious gotta keep it P.
T-Cardi on shit, don't you make a peep
When its time to go spin better up on that G.
Gle Flex
Writer: Aayon Sloane
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid