Location On The Flyer Lyrics

[Verse 1: ShooterGang Kony]
Put a nigga on a poster (Bop, bop)
I started with a dollar (Bop, bop)
Kony gon' flip that over (Flip that over)
Them nice niggas never handlin' this style of livin' (This style of livin')
The way I'm livin' I'll probably get all the dyin' presents
Six mile wipe yo bitch down for a livin'
No Rolex dreams when all you dream about is killin' (Uh-huh)
They caught me loafin' and they had me in my feelin's (Huh?)
I slid back shootin' and watched his body hit the ceilin'
Bound to heaven's gates (Gates)
Kony two guns, Kevin Gates (Bop, bop)
Saw the hate
Fung shui, let choppas spray (Brr, brr)
Through the Bay, watch 'em bite and turn like my momma say
Gang task, always let him go 'cause he cooperate
Started with a dollar, now I'm gettin' to the guap away (Guap away)
Lost what I loved, on my momma, I don't think straight (Think straight)
Losin' white pockets, gang, so what's the debate
I be by myself or with a bitch that be bustin' dates
Ayy, know I'm Kony on the weekends (Weekends)
Swim with sharks, baby, come in to the deep end (Deep end)
Only man I fear is the Lord
Far as that, I don't really think he f*ck with me no more
I ain't think I was the nigga 'til his body hit the floor
Check the score
I was funkin' with my neighbors next door (Next door)
She told me "Kony, you need 10K or more"
Told the bitch "you right, you ever use Backpage before?"
Now it come to me
I'm a well-known P
I'm a player playin' point guard pullin' up three's
Do the bye-bye-bleed 'em 'til the ming ming bleedin'
Now you know that I'm a problem when I'm born on Halloween
Well around there
He from the hood, he was downed there
I don't f*ck with other hoods, leave 'em out there
He was postin' on Snap, he was found there
Blood on his breath from the puddles, he was drowned there
I just bought a Rolly, on my momma, I'm just playin' with you (f*ckin' with you)
And free Jody, that's my brotha', boy I'm stayin' with you (Free Jody)
These niggas want you dead, they'll do anything to get you (Uh-huh) They won't wrestle with a chop that do Jiu Jitsu, bitch
It be hella cold in the summertime (Time)
You ain't shot nobody, p*ssy nigga, stop lyin' (Lil' bitch)
How they slidin' if I'm outside at dinnertime
Seen a couple suckas I ain't killin' just to prove they lame
Prove they lame
What the fame got to do with slime
Prime time, do a nigga fine, like some steak and wine (Some steak and wine)
I ain't really think she cute, so I'm from behind
Life-size picture of a nigga with a .45
Where the slime
Where the brick
I'ma pay
Where's the line
Ride who? (Huh?)
Niggas dyin'
I'ma walk in on 'em with a hammer on my thigh
If a sucka bump into me, then we both gon' end our lives
I ain't into getting punked, I'd rather throw away my life (Bitch)
My Glock f*ck bitches, so I'll just let her be a dyke
I remember we ain't go home at night
I'ma kill three mo' people 'fore I change up my life
Most niggas ain't got one (Huh?)
When I spot one
Sharp star shooter and I'ma go and get the job done (Get the job done)
I ain't finna give you props 'less you cop one
Pop the wrong nigga, then be sad he was not one
I ain't gettin' in that Lot' if that bitch drivin' (Huh)
She gon' tell, how the f*ck y'all got bitches slidin'?
"How the f*ck we ShooterGang but nobody dyin'?"
That's what someone asked me 'fore I shot that first Glock 9
You niggas outta pocket on them hot lines
How much guns we been through?
Damn, like 25
[?] like every time
Dallas, I'ma promise you a body by like lunchtime
All these niggas wanna kill you when you're doin' fine (God...)
I-I'ma drop a nigga like a punchline
I'ma shooter, but I'm Kony, you can run mine
Touch mine, had that body by like lunchtime (Uh-huh)
I just run off with a P, cut the lunch line (Lunch line)
This new bitch drive dick like an Uber driver (On God)
Come and sacrifice yourself, I'm the crucifier
Only duckin' cops, location on the flyer
Let's get it

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