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g man & bris - flu flam lyrics

[intro: bris]
ayy, uh, ayy, ayy
sparkymadeitslap

[chorus: bris]
when your b_tch see me, she like, “ooh, d_mn”
three k’s in this trap like the klux_klan’, ayy (k, k, k)
catch me in the party tryna flu flam (flu flam)
i’ma bust this stick every time ’til the tool jam
think you hard with that slam
you can die with heater, i’m a cheater
suckas caught me slippin’, i’m like, “why i leave her?” (why i leave her?)
n_ggas say they slide, i’m a non_believer
think you in this field, you catchin’ bullets like a wide receiver (ayy, ayy, ayy)

[verse 1: bris]
i gotta keep that heat ’cause i’m a cold demon, trap boomin’
yeah, it’s money callin’ when my phone ringin’, ayy
i just shot a nerd, he was pole reachin’
i can’t leave the scene until i see a n_gga soul leavin’
don’t bleed in headshots, what we gave the n_gga
ridin’ round with two .30 clips, me and [?] n_gga, ay
call up zay wade, that’s my favorite k!ller
keep banana clips in this jungle for it tame gorillas
flamin’ pistols, poppin’ percs so i don’t feel pain
you asked me to slide then half thang, but i still came
i promise not to change if a mil came
this metal on me well, then car frames when a steel flame
heel game, you never know when the roller’s listening
poles dirty, throw it in a river like you goin’ fishin’
dressed in all black, i look so suspicious
i’m a shooter and i trap d, i play both positions (i play both positions)
[chorus: bris & g man]
when your b_tch see me, she like, “ooh, d_mn”
three k’s in this trap like the klux_klan’, ayy (k, k, k)
catch me in the party tryna flu flam (flu flam)
i’ma bust this stick every time ’til the tool jam
think you hard with that slam
you can die with heater, i’m a cheater
suckas caught me slippin’, i’m like, “why i leave her?” (why i leave her?)
n_ggas say they slide, i’m a non_believer (g man)
think you in this field, you catchin’ bullets like a wide receiver

[verse 2: g man]
if you see me up in public, better greet me, believe me
if i don’t know you, sh_t might get greasy
i can knock your b_tch a young n_gga real peasy
she wanna join the team, man, she comin’ with that feezy
when i come around, they say a n_gga so teasy
when i hit the field, i throw a fully on that gleeky
got a hand out broke n_gga need a freebie
n_ggas always talkin’ but be fans when they see me
down the side these n_ggas really wanna be me
money dance brazy lil’ b_tch wanna freak me
n_ggas up in charge i make this sh_t look easy
never leave my brothers i’ma slide if they need me
true story i be under tense with that g man
blow a n_gga down just for thinkin’ that he he man
full court pressin’ on these n_ggas no defense
we want all the smoke and we not playin’ defense
[chorus: bris & g man]
when your b_tch see me, she like, “ooh, d_mn”
three k’s in this trap like the klux_klan’, ayy (k, k, k)
catch me in the party tryna flu flam (flu flam)
i’ma bust this stick every time ’til the tool jam
think you hard with that slam
you can die with heater, i’m a cheater
suckas caught me slippin’, i’m like, “why i leave her?” (why i leave her?)
n_ggas say they slide, i’m a non_believer
think you in this field, you catchin’ bullets like a wide receiver

- g man bris lyrics

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