[Lyric] Doomsday (Kay Flock)

[Intro: Kay Flock & Dougie B]
(Glo made that beat?)
Thunder Blu, grrt
Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah
Grrah-grrah, boom
When I up this bitch, better move, like
Like
Grrah, grrah, grrah, like
Grrah, grrt, grrt
Grrah-grrah, boom
Grrah, grrah
Grrah-grrah, boom
Grrt, grrah, grrah
Gang, gang

[Verse 1: Kay Flock]
If I up the .30, you better move
Choppa go "grrah-grrah," bitch goes zoom, like
700 DOA be the move
Talking on bro, I'ma shoot at your crew, like
Give a fuck if that shit make the news
She a baba, that lil' bitch a snooze, like
Off a patty or .42, she might get loose, like
Off the duece, what I say she gon' do like
[Verse 2: Dougie B & Thunder Bklu]
Talking on bro, that's a ticket to death
Kay start buggin', clickin' till' he dead
I ain't with no rubbin', I just want the nеck
Bitch, ain't no cuffin', I just want the check
Two shots hit him, now he gotta dip
Gun go off, whеn Kay says it's lit
Catch you in traffic pussy, better not trip
I'ma start flockin', tryna catch a hit

[Verse 3: Kay Flock & Dougie B]
Thunder be buggin', told the brodie click em'
If the gun jam up, we gon' strip em'
Red beam on the gun, how the fuck you miss 'em?
If you on talking on bro, your mans grave is where I'm pissin'
Like, bro go shot, niggas started snitchin'
And lil' Paco got shot, niggas started bitchin'
Free, [?] Free Fetty, be drillin' like a demon

[Verse 4: Thunder Bklu, Dougie B]
Paco broke my heart, like, why you did it?
Why you told on a drill, I thought you was with it?
Late night on a drill, aimin' for his fitted
How they talkin' on Blay, pussies never did shit
Catch GoodDay, run up, I ain't missin'
See bro you were playing, nigga you was crippin'
Go get back, niggas steady dissin'
Hoppin' out the V, brodie get to clickin'
If he bunny hop, then we get to blitzin'
And it's still free Nas, make 'em meet the doctor
Feel a way, come spin my block, move proper
We keep, red beam, green beam, opp spotters
[Verse 5: Kay Flock, Dougie B & Thunder Bklu]
Thottie my holster, totin' on this knocker
If we see the D's, bitch move proper
Lil Gotti call thotty, she eat up like pasta
Dougie, bitch, I brought the chop, bitch
I'm like "Biggie, who shot ya?"
Me and Dougie like Kobe and Shaq
Thunder catch alleys like Iguodala
Damn, opp spotters had bullets like lava
If that boy trip, he get took off the roster
Choppa gon' shake, lil' bitch don't holler
Pop a bean, don't need no grabba, like
We caught an opp send that boy to the doctors, like
Really top five, I'm top one shotta, like
Really go dumb, we givin' them rage
Get a bag in a minimum wage
If I shoot, he get hit, his bitch get grazed
My day going good, but I'm looking for Ray, like

[Outro: Dougie B]
Like, it's a good day, like
Catch GoodDay, bitch it's doomsday