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Deuce Floxks
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Glo made that beat?
TG Gang (Uh-Huh)
FloxkedOut Gang
Gang-gang-gang
Gang-gang (OY-OG)
Yeah
OGz the fuck up (Fell in love with this shi-)
Gang-gang-gang
That's a Blamma? (Uh-Huh)
Don't run, don't run (Don't run, don't run), yeah
We them niggas thats outside shootin' on camera
Baby girl, we don't fuck with no Blamma
Jay Gz locked, he was totin' on hammers (Free bro-free bro)
Jay Gz locked, he was totin' on hammers
I get jiggy, but, I'm not a dancer, bitch
And no cap in my rap (Uh-Huh, TG Gang)
See a opp and you know he get clapped (TG Gang)
Throw up Gzz, you cannot get a dap (OY-O-, Grrah-grrah)
Smokin' Dummy when I'm gettin' smacked
Fucked your bitch but her pussy was wack
Oh you smokin' on who?
When we see you, we chase you
We heard what you said in your track (Don't run-don't run-dont-run)
And we spinnin' your shit back to back (Yeah)
And we spinnin' your shit back to back (Die Rey)
Like, I give a fuck about rappin', I'm into clappin (Bow-bow)
In my hood it get tact, bitch
Lets flip on these niggas (Grrah, Uh-Huh, Grrah)
We gotta see whats they energy (Yeah)
Adrenaline rushin', I'm geekin', start bussin'
On bro I'ma clear the vicinity (Boom-boom-boom)
Know they remember me
Gun get to singin' the remedy (Grrah)
I'm slidin' on all my enemies (Grah)
They stupid, they know it's no end of me
Flockin' the 4s (Grrah)
Start clappin', a round of applause (Grrah)
Shots to his face, leavin' holes in his jaws (Grrah)
He run up, we knockin' him off
Puntin' these bullets, its dustin' him off (LA-K)
I'm clutchin', I'm dumpin', he fall
Shots to the deli, he trip out the store (J.O.-K)
Double back just to make sure he off
Shoot 'em again while wheeze on the floor
I'm ready
I got my chop for the spin, facts
If he run up on me while my gun up on me
On bro that nigga won't spin back (FloxkedOut Gang)
No GetEmGang, choppa gonna spit when he say that
We creep by that park to leave 'em apart
This choppa gon' turn 'em to runtz pack
We flockin' the most (Boom)
Too sanctioned, we doin' the most (Boom)
All on the net, got turned to a post (Boom)
Told brodie to, "Back out, and toast"
Clip holdin' 50, no time to be low (Grrah-rrah)
If he bendin' through Taft, then he bold
Thought I was bluffin'? I shoot through the coat
This heater is leavin' him cold
He tried to flex and I stretched out a hoe (John Glo)
We them niggas thats outside shootin' on camera
Baby girl, we don't fuck with no Blamma
Jay Gz locked, he was totin' on hammers (Bow-bow-bow-bow-bow)
Jay Gz locked, he was totin' on hammers
I get jiggy but I'm not a dancer, bitch, and no cap in my rap
See a opp, and you know he get clapped
Throw up Gz, you cannot get a dap (Grah-grah, boom)
Off this perky, that bitch gettin' smacked
Told me to, "Chill" cause I'm on a mission
See an opp and that boy get to clickin'
When I talk all these niggas gon' listen
Brodie be buggin', he flockin' at Blammaz (Grrah)
He flockin' these bullets on camera (Grrah-grrah)
Leavin' the function and we got the hammer (Grrah-grrah)
He run up, then we gonna blam him (Boom-boom-boom)
We get to slidin' on oppas
Shooter get sent to the doctor (TG Gang-TG Gang)
You got your knocks in the street? Better prosper
Got some demons who'll pick off your roster (FloxkedOut)
Bro, you can't run, and you know that we creepin' you (FloxkedOut)
In the V? Then we shoot up the vehicle
Hollows is hot, like food they be steamin' you
Say my deads, the agents gon' Petey you (Blamma-K, Blamma-K)
We them niggas thats outside shootin' on camera (Grrah-grrah)
Baby girl, we don't fuck with no Blamma (Grrah)
Jay Gz locked, he was totin' on hammers (Boom, Boom, Boom-Boom-Boom)
Jay Gz locked, he was totin' on hammers
I get jiggy but I'm not a dancer, bitch, and no cap in my rap
See a opp and you know he get clapped (At all-at all)
Throw up Gz, you cannot get a dap (Grrah-grrah)
We them niggas thats outside shootin' on camera
Baby girl, we don't fuck with no Blamma
Jay Gz locked, he was totin' on hammers
Jay Gz locked, he was totin' on hammers
I get jiggy but I'm not a dancer, bitch, and no cap in my rap
See a opp and you know he get clapped (Baow-baow-boaw)
Throw up Gz, you cannot get a dap (Baow-baow)
Dancer bitch, ain't no cap in my rap
You know he get clapped
Grah-grah, boom
Cause' I'm on a mission
See an opp and that boy get to clickin'
When I see-