MBlokk BG - WF5(Wicked Flow 5)

Uh huh uh huh
Wicked flow 5 nigga you know what The fuck up with me nigga
These niggas don't want no Rec for real nigga on god
Put a beam on the gun so when I aim at him
We gon hit him in his shit we don't shoot above the rim
He be talkin like he hard but I know he ain't him
Murder rate goin up let em know that we them
Hold on
Wait
Hit em
Dump
Catch him lacking
Leave him slumped
I ain't smoking on no cat piss I'm smoking on that skunk
Throw yo hood up in this bitch let me know just where you from
Tell them niggas move around or some shit gon go down
He was talkin out his neck now he hearin gun sounds
I don't take that disrespect bitch you better bow down
And if I shoot my gun once you gon get every round
Bullets rippin thru his chest leave him cooked like he bologna
I ain't really got opps they just mad they bitch on me
Couldn't get the drop on him so we had to kill his homie
Them hoods don't even be claiming him that nigga fake he phony
If I got a jacket on just know my gun tucked up in this bitch
Niggas actin hard on that net we don't feel that shit
Hop out with this chop he get wack we gon kill that bitch
Speakin on my name I just really hope you with that shit
Put a beam on the gun so when I aim at him
We gon hit him in his shit we don't shoot above the rim
He be talkin like he hard but I know he ain't him
Murder rate goin up let em know that we them
If I say kill then they gon kill bitch you know they love to drill
Niggas know what we about we pop niggas like they pills
Told them niggas get some money they ain't gettin to it still
Out the cut with my mask on hit em with this steel
You be runnin from niggas while they be eating yeah it couldn't be me
She gon fuck with me because she know my name is BG
Not the older one yeah the one that's off Tennessee
Them niggas act like they tuff but they ain't fuckin with me
Still on that toxic nigga shit yeah I bet she still love me
I'm still in the hood where shit get ugly
I walk off from the scene and shit still bloody
I still will shoot yo momma
Yo daddy or yo buddy
Big ratchet on me bitch and you know it got a big beam
Kill that boy then tie em up
Bitch I keep the streets clean
Niggas actin like they hard but they know what I'm about
Catch the one that's talkin shit punch em down and stomp em out
I'm still thinking I'm crazy
They talkin shit it can't phase me
I punch em out like DaBaby
I'm hot like crack in the 80's
These niggas hoes we don't fear em
I up this Glock and I sere em
BG so sick they can't cure em
They talkin shit we can't hear em
Put a beam on the gun so when I aim at him
We gon hit him in his shit we don't shoot above the rim
He be talkin like he hard but I know he ain't him
Murder rate goin up let em know that we them
Hold on
Wait
Hit em
Dump
Catch him lacking
Leave him slumped
I ain't smoking on no cat piss I'm smoking on that skunk
Throw yo hood up in this bitch let me know just where you from
WHOP WHOP
BG MBlokk shit nigga
Gang shit no lame shit nigga
You know what the Fuck it is with me
Hoe ass nigga
Uh huh uh huh
Gang

Written by:
Chris Mitchell

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