"FL3 Pt2" lyrics
Mdot 59, Woddy & KdotB OT3 Lyrics
[Mdot 59:]
When a Kreep wanna creep, put the car up in park
Get low wit' the G, hear the G when it bark
Double hand on the grip, creep up slow, turn on the beam, they could see through the dark
Don't 'oot it from far, don't make no noise, 'cause, we gotta walk down close
It's a 2-3 zone, I set the pick, then he roll, Baby J got the Kreep in the post
Now we gon' creep up behind him
He better not run, word to bro we gon' find him
I got the beam, bro got the beam, we gon' turn on the flash tryna see who can blind him
He better not run, throw the beam on his back, don't gotta chase 'cause the beam gon' find him
Wanna be F? Gotta get me a Kreep
You give [?] when you line 'em
They like the trap, said nobody gon' scout out the back
Back out the G and take all of the rats, in the back of 2-3 had them duckin' they caps
Baow baow, niggas is tight
Thunder he dead he shoulda made a right
Josh, dead, he was my son but he picked MK he shoulda picked a pipe
It's Hat love, it was two 4O's banging at him should've been with the Cyphe
It's Brim love but I'm banging a Makk so the Jet better get out the way and take flight
We throw for the Jet but we landed the Jet, they know how we gettin' for both of the bros
Like, free Fro, brodie was handin' 'em belt, so how's Fro duckin' his fro?
Kelly to Davo, we let the thang go
Pop saw the chop and he had to get low
64K, they keep talkin' on Fro, we was in [?], where the fuck did he go?
Oh, wait, Damo the pain, like, they should've worked on they aim
Flickers gon' flick, [?]
Thunder crashed, no GTA
[Woddy:]
In my hood I'm like, "Fuck it, can't come around if you ain't catch a bucket"
We caught a pack and niggas tried to tuck it
You run up on me, guarantee I'ma up it
Spotted a Kreep, gun got to bussin,' the D's on my ass, my adrenaline rushing
In the back of the Kreeps, Bino bussin', it's been two years and they still ain't do nothing
Pop, what? He gotta stop, his big brother died, he took that on the hop
If that was me, I would've been in a cell
I would've been in a box
(Gotta cover my ski, cover my locs, DdotDaGeneral beat in the spot)
Free Fro, I really miss him alot, we was just on the Kreeps tryna work on my shot
Got Lee in the cut, he [?], you can't chill around Wod if you ain't tryna drill
It take twenty-two minutes to get to the 'Nick, it take twenty-five minutes to get to the Hill
SySy be bussin, he tryna go for the knockdown, he tryna go for the kill
And I ain't going for nothin', and I got Josh in the cut with the [?]
[KdotB OT3:]
You wanna get in this whip? You gotta go take a risk
Last one ran when he saw the Flicks, so what you gon' do when you run into Drench?
I hit a bitch with a stench, and who be runnin' her lips
Same day gang, niggas know how we get, when we took a L niggas gotta get hit
Spin block after block, we let off shot after shot
Like we was just on the 'Wokks, literally lookin' for both of the Pops
How the fuck he ain't drop? Theo was screaming, his shoulder felt hot
I'm the Ape, I can't beef with the Flocks, it's fifty-nine shots and it's twenty-one rocks
Baow baow
Let off the G, I told bro sturdy up in the street
Chris mad that his bitch for the team
When a Kreep wanna creep, put the car up in park
Get low wit' the G, hear the G when it bark
Double hand on the grip, creep up slow, turn on the beam, they could see through the dark
Don't 'oot it from far, don't make no noise, 'cause, we gotta walk down close
It's a 2-3 zone, I set the pick, then he roll, Baby J got the Kreep in the post
Now we gon' creep up behind him
He better not run, word to bro we gon' find him
I got the beam, bro got the beam, we gon' turn on the flash tryna see who can blind him
He better not run, throw the beam on his back, don't gotta chase 'cause the beam gon' find him
Wanna be F? Gotta get me a Kreep
You give [?] when you line 'em
They like the trap, said nobody gon' scout out the back
Back out the G and take all of the rats, in the back of 2-3 had them duckin' they caps
Baow baow, niggas is tight
Thunder he dead he shoulda made a right
Josh, dead, he was my son but he picked MK he shoulda picked a pipe
It's Hat love, it was two 4O's banging at him should've been with the Cyphe
It's Brim love but I'm banging a Makk so the Jet better get out the way and take flight
We throw for the Jet but we landed the Jet, they know how we gettin' for both of the bros
Like, free Fro, brodie was handin' 'em belt, so how's Fro duckin' his fro?
Kelly to Davo, we let the thang go
Pop saw the chop and he had to get low
64K, they keep talkin' on Fro, we was in [?], where the fuck did he go?
Oh, wait, Damo the pain, like, they should've worked on they aim
Flickers gon' flick, [?]
Thunder crashed, no GTA
[Woddy:]
In my hood I'm like, "Fuck it, can't come around if you ain't catch a bucket"
We caught a pack and niggas tried to tuck it
You run up on me, guarantee I'ma up it
Spotted a Kreep, gun got to bussin,' the D's on my ass, my adrenaline rushing
In the back of the Kreeps, Bino bussin', it's been two years and they still ain't do nothing
Pop, what? He gotta stop, his big brother died, he took that on the hop
If that was me, I would've been in a cell
I would've been in a box
(Gotta cover my ski, cover my locs, DdotDaGeneral beat in the spot)
Free Fro, I really miss him alot, we was just on the Kreeps tryna work on my shot
Got Lee in the cut, he [?], you can't chill around Wod if you ain't tryna drill
It take twenty-two minutes to get to the 'Nick, it take twenty-five minutes to get to the Hill
SySy be bussin, he tryna go for the knockdown, he tryna go for the kill
And I ain't going for nothin', and I got Josh in the cut with the [?]
[KdotB OT3:]
You wanna get in this whip? You gotta go take a risk
Last one ran when he saw the Flicks, so what you gon' do when you run into Drench?
I hit a bitch with a stench, and who be runnin' her lips
Same day gang, niggas know how we get, when we took a L niggas gotta get hit
Spin block after block, we let off shot after shot
Like we was just on the 'Wokks, literally lookin' for both of the Pops
How the fuck he ain't drop? Theo was screaming, his shoulder felt hot
I'm the Ape, I can't beef with the Flocks, it's fifty-nine shots and it's twenty-one rocks
Baow baow
Let off the G, I told bro sturdy up in the street
Chris mad that his bitch for the team
