FLIGHT ft. SLEAZUS BHRIST Lyrics

FLIGHT ft. SLEAZUS BHRIST 🅴 - Neek Bucks

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(Ayy, Smatty, let's count up some—)

Yeah, woah, yeah

We caught his ass tryna make it up the stairs

We on his ass, boy won't make it up the stairs

Know we goin' off actions, so don't tell me that you real

They be sayin' I'm gifted, I blow it, then I make that paper reappear

Somehow we made a lot of knots, same time, lot of dots

Lot of opps, we done gave shots to a lot of blocks

The right spot, baggin' up, tryna make the block pop

Hearin' all these rumors I got opps shot, yeah

Don't ever let no money make you think that you official

Boy, I'm tryna get you, I ain't tryna send no missiles

You know if you my dawg, I won't ever go against you

'Cause if it come down and if it ever was an issue, we got

Fully automatic, uh, you know it's forever love

I stay in the studio, but I'ma still provide the guns

Lot of niggas 'round, you know them pictures done got cropped

And when they finally say I did it, just know I did it for my block, yeah

Talkin' to my dawg on his thirty-minute call

He just talkin' 'bout his kids and how to move when he come home

And I be tellin' him this shit ain't how it look

I ain't just screamin', "Free the guys," I'm puttin' money on they books

Yeah, it was times that I was shook, back when we used to drive the stoly

And they used to be cuffs, that's why we went and bought these Rollies

Why we cheesin' in these flicks, diamonds 3D in these flicks

'Cause we made it through some shit, boy, them demons was a bitch, for real