K/Kay Flock/Brotherly Love feat. Dougie B & B Lovee
Gang, gang, gang Everything dead, pussy Dummy Niggas linking up (Everything K) Get hit with them, killed 'em (Big EBK, Everything fuckin' K) Fuck who I see Everything dead! Look
Now this deeper than rap Talk disrespect, so it's time to get back Stay with a Trend and the Makks in the back Dumpin' the deal and I'm takin' a pack Now it's deeper than rap Talk disrespect, so it's time to get back Stay with a Trend and the Makks in the back Dumpin' the deal and I'm takin' a pack
Better up, I ain't talkin' no Nelly Kay-Kay spot 'em, he pluck 'em like Skelly Opps in the spot, then we 'bushin the Telly U.E., thirty and better, no Chevy .30 and better, we leavin' 'em deady Leave 'em bloody he gushin', no jelly (Jelly) Get you a gang and a gun, shit is heavy (Heavy) EBK bitch, I'm feelin' like Melly (Melly) Look, catch Good Day, bitch that's doomsday I shoot old heads too, get boomed And tell Nay-Nay come shake up the room Lil Gotti go thottie, that bitch is a smooch I'm so hot, I think I'ma Woo Lay down on that Tussin', I think I'ma snooze We keep knockers like this shit essential .22 Long rifles, these bullets like pencils Homicide, bodies drop when we bend through Jackin' SK, bullets rippin' his dental Paramedics, they droppin' 'em silly Beam on his back, ain't no runnin' like Ricky (Ricky) Talkin' on bro, he gon' go out like Blizzy (Blizzy) Scream DOA, and she poppin' her titty, (Titty) poppin' her titty Then back on that chain snatchin' And still ain't a thing happen They can't speak on the shit these niggas ain't do Geek off the Xan', I go dumb with it too He a fool with the deuce, he don't know what to do Swear to God when I boom, better duck, better move Wait, I catch a O yeah,.40 gon' knock off his whole head But the other side, they never outside So we said fuck it, we boom at the old heads When I scream DOA it's a code red And I put that on bro, we want all red If they linkin' up, we smokin' all dead I'ma say it again, we want all red (We want it all)
That's on bro, when I up better move (Better move) With this deuce, I'ma fool I go coo' (Coo') .22 Long rifle, shit long like a broom (Broom) EBK bitch, we don't pick and choose If I slide and he run with 'em, he gettin' boomed (Grrah, grrah) I told AC, "Bro watch what I do" (Like what?) Spun through the 8, upped my fingers, they flew (They flew) 'Cause they know what I usually do, like 30's or better when we spinnin' through If it up, ain't no tellin' me coo' (No coo') And the way I went out for y'all, they wouldn't do (They didn't) That's on bro, I went dumb with a deuce So don't question my loyalty, nigga you fu' (You fake) I ain't dissin', but this shit is true (Like facts) Ain't gon' speak on how many I threw (Like grrah) They gon' act but they know what I do like (Grrah-grrah) They say Kay you be buggin', just pass on (Pass on) First one I see, he get packed off Dougie B catchin' alley's off backboards I threw 10, Dougie let off the last 4 (Grrah-grrah, boom) Like, better run, 'cause I shoot with no sympathy (Sympathy) DOA bitch, I'm dumpin' on anything (Pussy)
Legs on my body, I feel like a centipede We get muddy, I tell her don't Henny me Wastin' my time on a bitch, are you kiddin' me? (Like what?) I ain't cuffin', unless she a-milli' me Niggas chattin', they diss on the internet No we not into that, not with the chitter chat Sixty-two shots, I'ma knock off his fitted cap (Grrah-grrah, boom) Be with them, show no remorse, bitch I'm flockin' that Self-made, just tryna get paid I'ma get it, it ain't no debate Forever 10 toes, I'ma always be great I go broke, that's on God, I'ma take (On bro) Baby, fuck with a Flocka, bend over Show no remorse, bullets shakin' her shoulders
Break her phone if that bitch try to post us DTB telly, for sessions we poled up like And forever JB, we gon go dumb Me and Dougz rappin', I hope that we blow up
If he screamin' out Gz, I'ma throw 'em (Grrah) Bullets so big, hit his car, it might blow up (Grrah-grrah) On da 'Gram he be pickin' them poles up Caught 'em in traffic, and that nigga froze up (Nigga froze) Like, nigga talkin' fuck he wanna do? (Like what?) Oh he chill with them opp niggas too? (Shoot the opps) He better not be there when I come to 'oot (Grrah) Whatever they throw up, I'm droppin' it to Fuck that, he get dropped with' 'em to When we bend through, we brung a thot with us to (We brung a thot) Do a drill, put the knocks in her boot (Knocks in her boot) All for bro, he get shot actin' cool (Like what?) They could suck a dick if they not feelin' me (What) Call up Kay, he gon' slide with artillery (Grrah-grrah) Dougz in the back with a beam on the lemon-squeeze Get caught outta bounds and I won't show no sympathy (No sympathy) Lil' thottie, I love how she lickin' me But if she tryna line me, I'm lettin' this semi squeeze (Grrah-grrah, boom) Niggas goofy, they hangin' with rats (They hangin' with snitches) When you see me, don't give me a dap (Don't give me a pound) Free all the goons, I can't wait 'til they back (Wait 'til they home) Niggas better just stay where they at (Stay where you at) And you better not false a attack (Like) Brodie up pole, put your brains on your lap (Like what?) Off the muddy, ain't no lovey-dovey (No dovey) He move wocky, that boy catch a sluggie Step in the party, these bitches they love me (They love me) Off the muddy, my vision is blurry I'm not worried, bro shoot in a hurry (I'm not worried) I'm not worried, he shoot like he Curry Glock's with extensions, this shit holdin' thirty (I shot a what?) Catch a opp and this shit gon' get dirty (Shit'll get muddy)
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