Flamed Wok - Trumpet Lyrics

Yeah
Like what
Like what, like what
Like what, like
Like Wok
Grah, yeah
Uh (Grah, grah)
Like what, like what (Like what)
Uh (fhew, fhew)
Look (Yeah)
Talkin' on bro, we blow 'em like a trumpet
Get to the bread, aim it at his muffin (That's right)
Gotta get back before I get me a bag (On bro)
Take that trip, put 'em in a luggage (Grah)
Me and Paolo off the casa, we buggin' (Oh yeah)
Been on hots, put 'em in an oven (In an oven)
How many? Bro I got me a dozen
How can I lack? Bro I keep me a pole
Now we get 'em clapped, we puttin' on a show
F*ckin' his bitch, oh yeah, for sure (Fasho)
Whole gang, bro you better let go (Let go)
Who gon' do what? That's something I don't know
Off the liquor, I still pour me a four
Ready to blitz 'em, I was never slow
I need my chain, my wrist on froze
Everything blitzed, I gotta be on go
When I shoot, bro I gotta get close
Like, pass me the smith'n, I'm finna go pro
Drill on a dolo, nobody gon' know (At all)
Still gotta watch, can't get set by a hoe
Still gotta watch cause I know they gon' tell
But if shit get real, brodie holdin' my bail
But f*ck that, you ain't felt what I felt
That's the reason why I'm giving them hell
That's the reason why I'm moving so hectic
Take a shot, it better be effective (Aha)
Take a shot, you better get 'em affected (Grah)
Accurate aim, bro I gotta perfect it (On bro)
Face of my city, you gotta respect it (Aha)
Whoever don't like it, get up and correct it (Like what)
Everything taken, we got it collected
Why is they mad cause I'm spinnin' they section
Spinnin' they section
Why they get mad cause I'm droppin' the head off
Get in the mansion, poppin' champagne
And we droppin' the bands off
I'm with my dawg in the B's, yeah
We lettin' the shots off
Yeah, I'm with my dawg in the B's, yeah
We lettin' the shots off (Pow-pow)
See me and get done, uh
Why you tryna run?
Hoe, get ya' ass in line
The activis take me to sun
We get on Bt, shit done, done, done, done
In the B's where shit goes down, down, down, down
Hold up
I just got a new bust down
Praised in my home town
Got the speakers out loud
You should be quiet now (Quiet now)
City on lock, got the lions out (Lions out)
Now everybody say I changed
Well, look at me now
Talkin' on bro, we blow 'em like a trumpet
Get to the bread, aim it at his muffin (That's right)
Gotta get back before I get me a bag (On bro)
Take that trip, put 'em in a luggage (Grah)
Me and Paolo off the casa, we buggin' (Oh yeah)
Been on hots, put 'em in an oven (In an oven)
How many? Bro I got me a dozen
How can I lack? Bro I keep me a pole
Now we get 'em clapped, we puttin' on a show
F*ckin' his bitch, oh yeah, for sure (Fasho)
Whole gang, bro you better let go (Let go)
Who gon' do what? That's something I don't know
Off the liquor, I still pour me a four
Ready to blitz 'em, I was never slow
I need my chain, my wrist on froze
Everything blitzed, I gotta be on go (On bro)