Flame Strangs

(Run that shit up) (Ayo, Corey) (Run that shit up, oh) (Run that shit up, Robbie, run that shit up, Robbie) Yeah, I love the gang, bump heads, but we gon' squabble up Yeah, I love the gang, we bump heads, but we gon' squabble up Yeah, I love my niggas, we bump heads, but we gon' squabble up Them niggas can't do it, yeah, them niggas think they tough as us He took ten blows to the chin, I told him tighten up My nigga got that Glock, it got a stick, so he gon' light it up My nigga got that Glock, it got that stick, but he gon' light it up I'm road runnin' all up in these Maisons, tell 'em tighten up You niggas, y'all been rappin' for some years, y'all let us pass you up Tour bitches bad, I'm at the top drinkin' Wocky, yeah Throw that lil' shit in the pot and rerock 'em up Gloves, ski mask, pack of dope, and a strap on my hip I was dealt to play two cards, that's the life that I live Sippin' on some Wock' and baby bar, in the car with that shit Y'all had two years, y'all just slid, and we still trippin' shit He said he want a whole, I gave him half, cut the tell off a brick Give him twenty blicks plus ten and we wet up the shit I be super fly, dripped down, I'll step on a bitch Stretch his ass out right on the curb if he ain't bigger than Park Trippin' from the Ace, thumb down, I bail straight to the Park Got a fireman, I slid first, it's a race in the dark Bounce out on his block and flame it up, yeah, I love that lil' part FN got that infrared beam, he got hit with a dart Flame strangs and the STL baps when we bomb around STL caps and Jay hats when we bome around I'm with the Baby Stones, when we trippin', known to shut it down She said she wanna ride with the gang, but can't hold shit down Five-percent tint when we slide, we tryna man shit down Eighth Street cellblock right to PMB Real Jayside baby, can't forget 'bout the MFB All my niggas top five, nah, that ain't includin' me Dissin' on the gang, we gon' put him more than six feet Man, big chopsticks with suppressors so you don't hear no sound If you don't put the flame strings in your shoes, then you can't come around DPs and put-ons, ain't got no squabble, you get squabbled down I love to see my niggas in they bag, that's what I'm talkin' 'bout I really miss my nigga Tiny Madd, yeah, we gon' hold it down Sniper was the other hero, if you know what I'm talkin' 'bout Chief Keef got that toaster, he ain't playin', he gon' walk you down When BSG walk in, we who everybody talkin' 'bout Give him twenty blicks plus ten and we wet up the shit I be super fly, dripped down, I'll step on a bitch Stretch his ass out right on the curb if he ain't bigger than Park Trippin' from the Ace, thumb down, I bail straight to the Park Got a fireman, I slid first, it's a race in the dark Bounce out on his block and flame it up, yeah, I love that lil' part FN got that infrared beam, he got hit with a dart Flame strangs and the STL baps when we bomb around Like bitch, I'm bouncin' out the coupe, I'm tryna headshot him Yeah, lil' partner up in the grabba, I know they sad 'bout it Ain't new to this, I lose a bitch, these hoes for everybody Baby Stone Gorillas, we the ones, we like the hottest topic Brodie went to Vegas for a chopper, that bitch go blocka-blocka Baby, we can explore in Dior, but she want Dolce Gabbana The pounds of OG from AZT, but she callin' me papa Have them mix the uh with the uh, I got scripts from the doctor Don't want your love, but when it rain, be my sunshine On the road doin' shows, still be duckin', dodgin' one-time Head good, pussy good, yeah, that bitch bad Bank account six figures, that's a big bag I just put an opp up in a 'Wood, nigga, puff, puff, pass Opposition never wanna slide, they just tip past Push a nigga shit way back, we call that get-back I heard them niggas bodybagged your brother, you ain't slid back Give him twenty blicks plus ten and we wet up the shit I be super fly, dripped down, I'll step on a bitch Stretch his ass out right on the curb if he ain't bigger than Park Trippin' from the Ace, thumb down, I bail straight to the Park Got a fireman, I slid first, it's a race in the dark Bounce out on his block and flame it up, yeah, I love that lil' part FN got that infrared beam, he got hit with a dart Flame strangs and the STL baps when we bomb around (Run that shit up) (Run that shit up, oh) (Run that shit up) (Run that shit up, oh)