[Intro]
(Shot By X Press)
Ayo bros, what the fuck I told you was gon' do to these niggas
(Huncho)
(Stop playing around with these niggas man)
(Alright say no more, we down)
(Shut the fuck up with that shit)
Ahhhhh
I'm on the block with my -
Like, I'm on the block with my hittas
No, I could never be -
No, I could never be scared
Tell us to slide, you know that we -
[Chorus]
I'm on the block with my hittas
No, I could never be scared
Tell us to slide and you know that we there
He better run when I -
Like, he better run when I (fah-fah-fah)
He better run when I flarec
Gave us the addy, but they wasn't there
Opp thot let me fuck up her hair
Know Imma click, so you better not dare
Used to be cool with the courts, now we kicking they chair
{?} be the reason I click that gun, they wasn't there (worda my deads)
[Verse 1]
I ain't cuffin no bitch, that can't hold my knock
After making it flare, you can't move scared
They asking questions, I wasn't there
He not a oota, just look at his stance
Let me go broke, and I'm pushing them plants
Totin this knock, she still wanna dance
Dissing the dead, they don't spin for they mans
Wvttz gon tweak, when he spin off a zanz
Spin thru 40, and back when we land
Car move funny, shoot up the van
Rule number one, if the opps gon {?}, shoot with ya
Rule number one, if the opps gon {?}, shoot with ya mans
Shit crazy, he was just up on the block
(Smoking G-Pop, he was just talking bout how you don't play about deady, so tell me, how the fuck is he chilling with niggas that's smoking my deads?)
[Chorus]
I'm on the block with my hittas
No, I could never be scared
Tell us to slide and you know that we there
He better run when I -
Like, he better run when I (fah-fah-fah)
He better run when I flare
Gave us the addy, but they wasn't there
Opp thot let me fuck up her hair
Know Imma click, so you better not dare
Used to be cool with the courts, now we kicking they chair
{?} be the reason I click that gun, they wasn't there
[Verse 2]
I took a trip to they side, with the d's on the block
I said please don't do it, Ima still do it
I need a mission complete, boy I can't move hot
I get mad and just do what I do, ain't no telling me stop
They smoking my deads, why the fuck would I box?
Better ask {?}, I go dumb with the knocks
Before all the rap, I was pushing them rocks
They tell us to chill with the shit that we say in our songs
We dumping the {?}, fuck it, we still on the block
Why would I get on my bop?
Trust for my bop (fuck, skeeee)
When I know that they fucking the block (skeeee)
Tell brodie to get em, I know that he shot (worda bro)
Tell brodie to get em, I know that he -
Tell brodie to get em, I know that he (fah-fah-fah-fah-fah)
Flare was written by Chino Racks.
Flare was produced by Honcho the Producer.
Chino Racks released Flare on Fri Sep 15 2023.