Lyrics

Audi famam illius (grrah, like, grrah-grrah, baow, like, baow-baow) Audi famam illius (grrah, like, like, grrah, like, every opp shot) Audi famam illius (grrah, like, new opp, new opp, like, new opp, like) Audi famam illius (like, grrah, grrah, like, grrah) I catch a Flock and I'm makin' him dance Smokin' his mans and the other one ran Like PG-13, no that gun didn't jam If they slide, Dae Dae throw at his mans Like Dougie got shot, I was yellin' out damn Why he bluffin'? I ain't even blam They thought that they hot when they crashin' the van Set Da Trend you a bitch, bullets pop make em' dance Like, Grahh You the face of the Bronx? Like how? Go get back for ya mans Like wit' JayRip hollows scrape your hands That's on bro, Kay Kay seen me and he didn't even blam How you liе on that man? Like Kay Kay you know what I had in my pants I done put all in the can Like I don't got no opps, all thеse niggas is fans They like Yus cool, bitch I'm a demon go ku' Like Bluetooth, bullets connect when we threw Like wit' JayRip, I don't know where you threw Like free shhh, he done clicked on the crew Bodies and bodies, they sick like the flu My lil' thottie go line em', knock him out his shoes Big EBS, how they talkin' on Woo? Spin through the Mitch, I'ma throw like 2 How you a stomper? You ain't even step Like catch a Flocka, leave him out of breath JB wit' Diddy, we smokin' they necks If I roll down the window, I see him get stretched Like I go dumb, I go ku with the TEC Show no remorse, I don't show no respect Like Bobby, Rippy, done went out the best Like they know my body, just big EBS Like I'ma keep clickin' till I'm goin deaf We go ooter for ooter, we see him get stretched Like at the light, bullets rip through his flesh Mezzy, blammed it on him and then fled Like Tanky, Rippy we smokin' they deads Like free Sha Gz, he done upped and they fled Like that's on bro I keep one in the head Bend through the Mitch, tryna leave em' on read Like, Kay Flock like what? Rah had him duckin' his taco Brody keep clickin' till that nigga drop though Don't run, don't run He don't know where the shots go Like I call EK, he slidin wit' Vato Bullets go hit him, knock him out his taco Like beam on on the blick, try to run let a shot go Like R.I.P Rah, we ain't talkin' on Paco Audi famam illius (grah, grrah, like, everything dead, 300k) Audi famam illius (smokin on [?])
Writer(s): Elias Hensel Dominguez, Youssouf Doumbouya Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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