Flame Em, Pt. 2

[Intro: Jo Bandz]
Gang
Grra
DOA DOA
Gang
Bands Bands Bands
Grra
Grra
Gang Gang Gang
Gang Gang Gang

[Verse 1: Jo Bandz]
First thing first they can suck my dick
And it's still ***** in the spliff
Mentioning my dead that's how you get hit
Fuck that shit nigga, we gon' switch up the whip
How y'all spinnin' the Sev? Y'all ain't never did shit
How y'all talking that shit, y'all never did shit, like
Go and pick up a gun, like
Mentioning JB that's a ticket to death
Smoking Lotti, dummy don't be next
Niggas really soft, y'all really AquaFresh
Spinning through the Sev and hollows hit ya neck
Niggas ain't a score that we ain't upset
Just ask the opps they treat us with respect
DOA the motto please don't forget
Call up lil' Gotti, Aiming for your chest
Who the fuck is Keem he ain't on shit
Married to thе tracks, nigga never bent
Lookin' for mе, nigga on the bench
Sugarhill what? y'all niggas really kids
Shot in ya' head, Still ain't never spin
Still free Nazzy Loc' out the pen
Solid as a rock, punching niggas brims
We the real flock, Glocks that extend
Boy we don't run, boy we don't trip
That nigga cap, was runnin' fast, Rick
I was fourteen catching real cases
Lil Notti with me, moving real anxious
Trigger finger itchin', Nigga we ain't brainless
Pissing me off, now Im upset
Ballin' like Diddy, nigga I'm a vet
Still live long JB on the set
Sev Block, DOA, We Up Next
[?] slidin' up with the tec
Don't spin in no V's and get flipped
We the real opp, putting in pain
Shot by a dyke, nigga you a lame
Begging me for cash, nigga it's a shame
DOA the gang, nigga know my name
Chillin' with the opps you gonna get flamed

[Verse 2: Set Da Trend]
You got shot by a dyke, nigga you a lame
Mali that's my brother, for him I'ma flame
I ain't with the dissin', I just leave you missin'
Get wrapped like a gift, nigga this ain't Christmas
When I'm off the Xannies, I be feeling different
Me and Kay on the hit, bitch and we ain't missing
Me and JO back to back, we like Mike and Pippen
So long, 'cause JO look back, he still clicking
Clip ain't see through, but it's a thirty
Bro start buggin', shootin like he Curry
See the opps, I bet he show no mercy
Woo got poked, they got up in his jersey

[Verse 3: Kay Flock]
Say we smoke all deads, we want all red, we gon' die with that shit, like, what?
On the bike, I throw all pegs, walk on both legs when I'm firin' shit, like
ECG niggas know what I do
They know what time it is when I bend through, like
I done boomed at his old heads, that's a code red
Sha Gz, I'm looking for you
Stop ducking when I'm bending through
Shoot broad day, that's nothing new
Spinnin' through early, you got no excuse
Nigga be cappin' on rap, what he do?