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tg flockaa – bailout gang (hazard lights) كلمات اغاني

[intro: tg flockaa]
like, what? gang, gang, gang
(ayo eli, what the f_ck?)
ahh
i’m back in the booth, n_gga
bailout gang, get with me

[verse 1: tg flockaa & jaydachaserr]
ayo cuzzy, go grab out the knocks (go get it)
we gon’ do what we want on that block (gang, gang, gang)
anybody move wrong, then they ass gettin’ shot (grrah)
better show me the bag when i walk in the spot (walk in the spot)
with my lawyer, not talkin’ to cops (at all)
i’ma shake up the spot when i go to the rock (gang, gang, gang)
free [?], and dot (free the gang)
can’t forget about the trendy flocka (free the sev)
talk on bro, get sent to the doctor
so y’all b_tch n_ggas better move proper (grrah, grrah)
i got it on me, i ain’t tryna box up (at all)
’cause i know that these opp n_ggas fanning (i know)
we gon’ bend through they block in a camry
been on my sh_t, so i know you won’t dare me
i’ma flock, i don’t care if you family
backdoor open, but i got my keys, b_tch
opps got shot, and they ain’t ever shot back (they didn’t)
so y’all p_ssy n_ggas need to stop that (uh_huh)
yus gz got shot, never shot back
when i’m off a perc’, i be like, “where the opps at?” (that n_gga a b_tch)
got booked for the knocks, but i bailed out
n_ggas mad when they heard that i slipped out (grrah, grrah)
i ain’t doin’ no sh_t for no d_mn clout (grrah)
d’s on my d_ck so i’m goin’ the other route (grrah, grrah)
talkin’ on bro, we gon’ come to your mother house (ygk)
we gon’ show y’all n_ggas what we really ’bout (ogk)
yus gz got shot, tryna run his mouth (oyk)
kay_kay the bronx got shot and he thug it out (what i’m on)
i knew he was bluffin’, i’m like, “what’s the fuss about?”
tell your sister to take my d_ck out her mouth (suck my d_ck)
b_tches get shot, i don’t care what you talkin’ ’bout
we gon’ go through the hate if they air it out (the f_ck?)
everything dead, if we smokin’, we gon’ clear it out
i’m that n_gga you always gon’ hear about (get my d_ck out your mouth)
walk in the spot, drip on me, i wear it out (i do)
20k on me, i spent that sh_t like a house (like, what?)
all these opp n_ggas know what we did (they do)
i ain’t showin’ no guns in my vid (at all)
had some fan try to take a fl!ck
almost backed out the knock, tryna flock at his wig (grrah, grrah, grrah)
run up on me, you get shot in your sh_t
i ain’t playin’ this sh_t could get lit
ayo bl!ck, got a bl!ck
if a n_gga move wock’, we flock him in his sh_t (grrah_grrah, boom)
ayo tanner, got a whip
that’s a getaway v, n_ggas know what it is (n_ggas know what it is)
lvk, n_ggas know how we get (ahh, lvk)
when we bend through the ‘well, we gon’ go in they sh_t (ahh)
[verse 2: jaydachaserr & cito bl!ck]
i’m with tg loc, b_tch i’m trained to go (like)
[?] brodie gon’ blow
i call up chase, and he slidin’ for sure
if they run into me, better duck and get low
tg my cousin, no cuz, he won’t fold
bl!ck gon’ bl!ck him, if he got the pole (if he got the pole)
[?], i got love for my loccs
only shootin’ from deep if the pole got the scope
n_ggas p_ssy, i don’t worry ’bout opps
especially n_ggas who don’t play they block (like, what?)
talkin’ on the [?], like you be totin’ knocks
then you wound up on the news, for gettin’ shot
how you gettin’ dropped, but you totin’ chops?
tired of n_ggas chattin’ bout sh_t that they not (i’m tired of it)
ain’t no gettin’ back, they just talkin’ hot
’til another drilly end up in a box (ahh)
tote on the clip, keep squeezin’
squeeze ’til it cl!ck, he bleedin’ (bleedin’)
hit more than once, he no longer breathin’ (he no longer breathin’)
talkin’ on bro, then he gotta delete it (grrah_grrah, boom)
shots to his back, have a n_gga heated (ahh)
[?]
if we miss, then we gon’ repeat it
flock at his chest, have that n_gga wheezin’ (ahh)
[verse 3: cito bl!ck & jaydachaser]
like, what? please tell me (like, what? like, what?)
king of the bronx, but you got fake drip (fake drip)
african boy tryna act like he rich
but you cap in your raps, ’cause you never did sh_t
gz to the gz, now you linkin’ with foes (gdk)
stolen sh_t that you say, and you wrote (gdk)
like, what? i don’t understand (ygk)
how you link with them n_ggas, who ran on your mans?
how you doak, and not totin’ a tan?
you hopped out the p_ssy, got gassed by the fans
ran out of luck, and got shot by your mans
let that n_gga keep doin’ his dance
i’ma leave that dumb n_gga right there where he stand (move, look)
glock 23, ain’t no time for the hands (grrah, grrah)
up with the beam, he fallin’ [?]
hollow tip season, rippin’ through his glands, grrah

[outro: jaydachaserr & citobl!ck]
ahh
grrah, grrah
grrah_grrah boom
grrah, like mezzy gang
mezzy gang, grrah grrah
rrah

- tg flockaa

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