FL3 (feat. KdotB OT3 & Woddy)

(Beats By Star)

Bow, bow

Bow

Bow

Bow, bow

Only The Trey, die Y gang, like...

Bow, bow, bow

As a kid I was totin, he tried to walk off where he goin

M-Mish in the spot I ain't tryna parlay, I get straight to the point baby girl is you throwin?

Transgression with drenches, feinin to shoot I was itchin

Q-QJ act for the net, cause when he got shot he was on the floor bitchin

Su-Suby he had to get stitches, Glock gotta have the extensions

My bitch a gangsta she already with it, she threw me the oot but I usually pivot

Troopin through blocks in the morning, get back to the ave when the (?) start yawinin

Chris bitch always be horny, she really the doggy he already know it

Like double tappin the trigger, can't line me like one of them ****

Did bad on that scene had to work on my craft, next strip I shot it quicker

Daphine dissin on bro she was with us, I should tell the drench to go get her

Bro actin bad, he got no liquor

No I ain't going I ain't popped a jigga

Troops to the Hill, (?)

46K he got hit in his neck, every shot that I took was a play for my set

Walk him down with the pole for the shit that he said

Bino hit, roll up the Quai, Ek back why the fuck he ain't die

Eli a dick so we out the 9, like DayDay a dick **** thought he could fly

Fatboy hit took his shoulder and lean, QJ hit shoutout the 3

He looked back to the flash of the beam, side step with the pole QJ knee

Bino packed put him on a tee, (?) who wanna meet her

(?) up top with the beam like a reaper, can't catch us a rundown we out the kreepers

4-oh bark, creep on a kreep we gon troop through the dark

In the (?) we on court flick him down on the park

Start wavin the G fell in love with the spark

Flickin my wrist fell in love with the art, can't come to the telly you not givin (?)

Stay on that side wasn't there from the start, I feel bad for the jet he took 1 to the heart

Bow, bow

That **** dead, how can I lack always 1 in the head

Get flicky, I'm going kuu off the ped

Get busy (?) threw off the meds, partner ain't get back, he always sit back

I don't know how he be smokin my deads, I'm tryna blitz that

Heard the jet missed that, I'm with the rip and he only see red