[Intro: Kay Flock] (OPM made it hit) (Ayy, I pour me a six, now I'm geeked up, like) (My shooters pull up in them Jeep trucks) (We shoot at your gang, switch up, two lanes) (Trackhawk, it can not keep up) (We shoot at your gang, switch up, two lanes) (Trackhawk, it can not keep up)
[Chorus: Kay Flock] Ayy, I pour me a six, now I'm geeked up, like My shooters pull up in them Jeep trucks We shoot at your gang, switch up, two lanes Trackhawk, it can not keep up We shoot at your gang, switch up, two lanes Trackhawk, it can not keep up Ayy, I pour me a six, now I'm geeked up, like My shooters pull up in them Jeep trucks We shoot at your gang, switch up, two lanes Trackhawk, it can not keep up We shoot at your gang, switch up, two lanes Trackhawk, it can not keep up
[Verse 1: Kay Flock] I be where the stick, attachin' the beam so I know I won't miss Let him run, he get left like he Rick, bullets burn him, watch him clutch Happy got left in the lift, how y'all all lookin' up for a hit? You let dumb so there's Zs on my dick, I try to spin through it, aim out the whip Tryna hit a goofy in his shit, one got hit in his back, he ain't trip Then the other one almost went out, like a bitch I was prayin' to God, make him slip Ha, I'm tryna slide on the Stoley Let him run, I'ma give him this, brodie Don't even saw I could do this shit, dolie Fuck if I'm right, I'ma still take his homie R.I.P. Nas, yeah, I blitz for the crodie He get got, he can keep what he owe me He get shot, give a fuck what he told me Shoot like I'm Curry, I know they can't hold me
[Chorus: Kay Flock & Gucci Mane] Ayy, I pour me a six, now I'm geeked up, like My shooters pull up in them Jeep trucks We shoot at your gang, switch up, two lanes Trackhawk, it can not keep up We shoot at your gang, switch up, two lanes Trackhawk, it can not keep up Ayy, I pour me a six, now I'm geeked up, like My shooters pull up in them Jeep trucks We shoot at your gang, switch up, two lanes Trackhawk, it can not keep up (It's Gucci) We shoot at your gang, switch up, two lanes Trackhawk, it can not keep up (Go)
[Verse 2: Gucci Mane] N.Y.C. to the A, niggas get shot up everyday (Baow, baow) They find out where you stay and they gon' come where you lay (Come to the crib) Me and my gang don't play, got soldiers, on watch with the K You pussy, better watch what you say, and this better stay out the way (Stay out my face) I put an opp in his place, like both got shot in the face (Got shot in the what?) Thought he was runnin' the race, but now he just runnin' in place (Can't even run) I got bodies, like a drill rapper, I ain't cappin', I'ma real rapper Even before I had a deal, ask 'em, Gucci labelled as a real trapper ('Wop) Gucci and Kay Flock, leavin' it cold But the Glock on my hip, yeah, it stay hot (Brr) Try to put the Wraith out, but he got the race shot And 12 on my block tryna stakeout (Damn) Let my nigga shake out, got him on max And I know he gettin' mad, wanna break out (Damn) Walkin' with a shake out, blow up your tank-top Stay out the top, knock your brains out (Ugh) Money, I don't think out, but a nigga dream out Went from a jail to a dream house Started from the trap, I was ichin' out to scrap I was so many pieces, it's a green house AKA the codeine house Hundred percent, so we called it the lean house (Lean) Gucci Mane, yeah, I'm the king now Used to be the plug, but now he just a fiend now (Gucci)
[Chorus: Kay Flock] Ayy, I pour me a six, now I'm geeked up, like My shooters pull up in them Jeep trucks We shoot at your gang, switch up, two lanes Trackhawk, it can not keep up We shoot at your gang, switch up, two lanes Trackhawk, it can not keep upTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
