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bezel escada - flock to live lyrics

[intro: skrell paid]
twirling on this (gang)
twirling on this, 730 sh+t
(b+b+beats by yamaica productions, baby)
yeah, n+ggas know my gang, n+ggas know how i’m coming
forever flocking’, ftl, flock to live
new twirl order on you n+ggas, (gang)
r.i.p rich floxks, woo, woo, woo, woo

[verse 1: skrell paid]
i pack a pistol for all these f+ck n+ggas who think that they with it
.30 spit hollows, you’ll see no tomorrow, send shots at his fitted
i might even get it, balenciaga with the cartier frames, yeah my swagger be drippin’
i drill in designer, i trap in designer, your b+tch bending over, i get right behind her
get down with mcdonalds, so f+ck benihana’s
no time for the games, just copped a new llama
i out here still lurking, where opps? i can’t find em
i know that they hiding, they know that i’m sliding
twirl on they set, hit they ass with that lightning
new twirl order, my n+ggas is striking
you f+cking with f+ggots, you n+ggas be frontin
in the jungle with lions, y’all n+ggas be hiding
i don’t fight a lot, put the metal up
if you p+ssy n+gga, i’mma lift your skirt
should expose you n+ggas, put em in the dirt
now ya mama crying, all y’all n+ggas hurt
tell em what the f+ck they gon do about it
wouldn’t do nothing if they know about it
all my young boys done caught a couple bodies
and them cracker boys ain’t got a clue about it
hit em 8 times, caught a new homi
one phone call and get your crew bodied
n+gga please get the f+ck out my way
no talk, i put the gun to ya face
f+cking with me, it ain’t safe
pull up, hop out, let it spray
free all my gzz throwing rakes
them hollows spit gs at some apes
strip down, ain’t leaving no trace
jewish lawyer beat the case
get to the cheese then i skate
n+ggas be lames and they hate
i’m laughing while eating that steak
cuz n+ggas is food on the plate
all of this money i make put some on your head n+gga
trapper trapping, got no time for acting
make the money triple, i don’t hustle backwards
we just flip the money, do it like gymnastics
20k in one week, numbers doing backflips
i be running through the hood like a f+cking athlete
bust a shot they gon tell you like it was a track meet
bend blocks, move hot, choppers in the backseat
for my bro rich floxks, we gon’ make sh+t tragic
we gon’ slide right on em, let them n+ggas have it
extra clip, with the mac, semi+automatic
try coming to my hood yeah we pistol+packing b+tch, (flock to live)
[verse 2: bezel escada]
flock to live, really give a f+ck about your kids
shooting hollows, busting at the six
20k, jugging out the lyft
celine the waist, birkin bag my b+tch
cuban bracelet sitting on my wrist
understand that i’m with the sh+ts
i’m with the gang and i would never switch
opp n+ggas tell ‘em holla back
stain a n+gga, that’s an actual fact
seen ‘em twirling, no chitchat
roll the window down, that’s the end of that
big nights creepin’ in the floss
for rich of rekt, praying for the loss
money on my head, tell me what it cost
.30 clip leave him dead, so it wasn’t my fault
ferragamo be my holster
put em in the oven, leave em in the toaster
money jewish, so i’m eating kosher
knocking hammers like i work for osha
opp lacking up the tony romo, (wait, hol’ up)
red and purp, mix it with the soda
ged, no high school diploma
couple of n+ggas out of saratoga
bodybag, leave it in dakota
sp730, when i roll up, toga
stay tuned ‘cause we got the streets
spitting fire, we supply the heat
cemetery, leave ’em all deceased
pockets heavy, so my sh+t obese
i’m a wave n+gga and they like that
i pull a whip off the lot
no chuckin’ i do this sh+t for the floxks
glock .45 with the rugers and mops
you diss the gang, you get shot
900 bills for the chops
tell me if you with the sh+ts or you not
sp be the gang and 250 the block
free all my twirlers locked up in that jam
send a duppy down the fatherland
got a .30 with a stick and it didn’t jam
when i started letting off you ran and left your mans
one things for sure and two things for certain
catch a n+gga on sight and pull back his curtain
pulling stains every day, so this sh+t disturbing
head tap at the foreign, and you know we skrrting

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