Flashing Lights

[Intro]
Damn
Uh, get down (Brrt, brrt, brrt)
Get down
Get down, get down, get down
Uh, damn
Uh, five, five, nigga
Long live Beezy, long live Jake, nigga (Uh, uh, uh, uh)
As I recall, I know you love to show—

[Verse]
Uh, but I'ma show you fucking better
Got a brand new ruler clip, the first name Christian, last name Vetta
She left you at home with the kids, I'm with your bitch, I get her wetter
Real cold, blooded stepper, I bell out in any weather
Go bend the block with heavy metal, but you gon' float just like a feather (Brrt, brrt)
I could send a hit like luster, get a whip and smash the pedal
Even way she getting put down and rocked up, just like a swaddle (Swaddle)
How you want it? I can fell out with his Glock and make a scene
Try to run hit you in a minute, just fabric in these jeans (Boom, boom, boom)
Did it all I start a feeling, been on his main, nigga scream
Brand new G3, 23 or 30 clip, flipping laser beam
Fuck boy, what side you on? Pick a cash 15, no large one (Brrt, brrt)
Keep my business on the hush, won't let them know what I be doing
Popular, get in my zone
Whoop that shit or not, he gon'
Spoke on my brothers not a God's, gon' say his name in every song
Try to run, nigga, you K
Rest in peace Beezy and Jake
Me and my Glock we stuck together gettin' bread PB and Jake
Tryna up the murder rate, try to duck and hit his fade
And I swear to God, that any nigga speak on Jake, gon' meet a K
Fuck a bell, he get the blade, hit his wig and leave a slave
I had to ask him out the blade, just 'cause he thought it was a game
Drop a pin on that location, man, my station, 'cause he played
Get more info for Nintendo, but it switch, gon' hit his brain
Fuck his kinfolk in his bit, bro, all them bitches in the way
5.56 go hit his tempo, ain't no runnin', it's your day
I flash out, start seein' red and keep on blickin', 'til he gray
Back outside, I'm tryna slide, let bullets fly, from out that Drac'
Set that crib on fuckin' fire, die that dope and leave a bay
Call him ass out, where this bitch ain't spare shit, I'm hittin' bay
In street parkin' on the block, she gettin' stared, without the braids
Blow the wap and hit his top, that bitch got boom like 808
As I recall, you do your bit was on the net, like showing off
Ain't no respect, don't come for me, to any nigga showing flaws
Might do his ass like Ricky, hit him in his back and watch him crawl
Make this life flash in his face and pin his bitch ass to the wall, damn