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vonoff1700 - flame out lyrics

[intro]
this finna be hard as f+ck (leeky)
yep
(i love you, kay)
free my hood, n+gga, f+ck your hood, n+gga
for real, aight, okay

[verse]
lil’ vono, he don’t play with n+ggas (y’all know that)
when we hit they block, i’m the first to bounce out chasin’ n+ggas (come here, come here)
don’t come ’round tryna kick it, toss gang slimy, we’ll take a n+gga (for real)
bubba, three, and brick, them my dogs, i go on capers with ’em
when i chased him down, i got up close, i asked, “where the f+ck was you goin’?” (you dumbass)
beat up his ride, left his sh+t all on the side, his head was honkin’ the h+rn (the f+ck?)
we k!lled that n+gga on camera, play that sh+t back, we watchin’ this b+tch likе a p+rn (sh+t)
the f+ck is i’m buyin’ a car for? i’ll have baby corey ‘nеm go sn+tch me a foreign
thirty deep up in my clip, when i up off the hip, i’m shootin’ this b+tch like jordan (you know that)
caught his ass tryna get gas, bounced out blastin’, we left his dumb ass at th+rntons (dumbass)
hit his ass all in his legs, he can’t even walk, it look like he had an abortion (the f+ck?)
now i’m finna get rich, now everybody on my d+ck, so, no, you not gettin’ a portion
i did this sh+t myself, i didn’t need help, so why n+ggas think they important? (for real, dumbass)
we k!lled his ass and the opps don’t even care, they treat his lil’ ass like an orphan
okay, he wonder why his b+tch ain’t home, can’t leave me alone, she over here f+ckin’ a horseman (okay)
you n+ggas be tryin’ too hard, that’s why i’m turnt, not burnt, i don’t gotta force it
on god, i k!lled that n+gga, they ain’t believe me, i said that sh+t like korporate (on god)
that n+gga was dead on the ground, we got us a picture, we took that b+tch in portrait (for real)
a b+tch put a pic’ on ig while a n+gga was sleep, i told bro’nem report it
what cars we ridin’, the track’, the scat, the ‘cat? i don’t know, we got too many choices (fast sh+t)
one side tellin’ me to go k!ll, one tellin’ me to chill, i’m hearin’ way too many voices
this not a regular jeep, just look at the seat, this b+tch got too many horses
the gang got only glocks, you wouldn’t believe it, you would think we got an endors+m+nt
in a high+speed chase, you know that we gettin’ away, they callin’ for reinforcements
diss on the gang and watch how fast we blow your brains out (d+mn)
uh, we got his lo’ and sat outside, he never came out (his b+tch ass)
uh, since you tough, drop your dot, let’s have a bang out (right now)
famous called my phone, he just knocked another sane out
b+tch, you here to f+ck, not to play, this not a game house (dumbass)
b+tch, i want a ‘wood, gold watch, stuck there, i’m at the same house (you know that)
i f+cked her good, that b+tch gave me her keys, now this the gang house
you was the n+gga then, but now i’m that n+gga now, lil’ boy, your flame out (n+gga)
[outro]
(free my hood, n+gga) free my hood, n+gga
(f+ck your hood, n+gga) f+ck your hood, n+gga
i’m still on the ave where it’s all good, n+gga
free lil three, n+gga, free morrie, n+gga
free the whole gang, n+gga
i don’t know, n+gga, murderers, n+gga
i made you n+ggas, i’ll end you n+ggas
i don’t wanna be friends with you n+ggas
the f+ck? come on, man
we gone, yeah

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