[Intro: Kay Flock]
Ayy, Grrah, grrah
Grrah, grrah
Grrt, baow, baow, baow
Like, everything dead, nigga, huh
Ayo, C Blu, what's crackin', nigga?
Like, like
[Chorus: Kay Flock]
We gon' talk all the facts, like
We gon' get into that
Rah Rah, he saw me he ain't let it clap, like
Ask him how much I threw back
I'm a demon, I like to react
Spin through the Bronx, tryna catch us a pack, like
Two shots gon' make him collapse
I do not smoke Mex' cause that nigga wack, like
[Verse 1: Kay Flock]
We get muddy, I told her no tipsy
We spot an opp, anywhere it get litty, like
We spot a vato, this shit gon' get mixy
Throw a shot, put the knocks in her titty
EBK DOA's, in the spot it get gritty
Try to run, put thе dot on his kidney
Free gang, Free Gotti
Bro in the spot and he ridin' with oppy
If I don't got thе knots, I'm with Notti
Scottie got 30, he move extra cocky
He get shot if he think he gon' box me
Don't need a DV, call Monae or Nani
[Verse 2: C Blu]
C Blu
Ayo Kay, who that?
There go the opps in that V
Ayo Kay, who that?
Get 'em close, we ain't shootin' from deep
Don't got the V, we gon' walk up on feet
Mali, he spot 'em, he dump out the V
And these niggas, they know where I be
I'm the demon who send more than three
And you know that we looking for vatos
They start running as soon as them shots go
He said, "What you gon' do when there's nowhere to run?"
I'm letting my chop' blow
How you hype? You ain't throw more than one
Niggas broke and they really be popped though
Wanna beef? Let's have us some fun
But y'all know who just bought all the chops though
[Verse 3: Kay Flock]
Twin chop's when we spinnin' through
Scream OY O what, get boomed
EBK DOA get in tune
Bitches they duckin' and they getting it too
Like I said when I up, better move
Most of y'all niggas took off, yeah y'all flew
Pussy ran and he tripped out his shoes
Spin through the hill like what y'all wanna do?
[Chorus: Kay Flock]
We gon' talk all the facts, like
We gon' get into that
Rah Rah, he saw me he ain't let it clap, like
Ask him how much I threw back
I'm a demon, I like to react
Spin through the Bronx, tryna catch us a pack, like
Two shots gon' make him collapse
I do not smoke Mex' cause that nigga wack, like
Ayy, Grrah, grrah
Grrah, grrah
Grrt, baow, baow, baow
Like, everything dead, nigga, huh
Ayo, C Blu, what's crackin', nigga?
Like, like
[Chorus: Kay Flock]
We gon' talk all the facts, like
We gon' get into that
Rah Rah, he saw me he ain't let it clap, like
Ask him how much I threw back
I'm a demon, I like to react
Spin through the Bronx, tryna catch us a pack, like
Two shots gon' make him collapse
I do not smoke Mex' cause that nigga wack, like
[Verse 1: Kay Flock]
We get muddy, I told her no tipsy
We spot an opp, anywhere it get litty, like
We spot a vato, this shit gon' get mixy
Throw a shot, put the knocks in her titty
EBK DOA's, in the spot it get gritty
Try to run, put thе dot on his kidney
Free gang, Free Gotti
Bro in the spot and he ridin' with oppy
If I don't got thе knots, I'm with Notti
Scottie got 30, he move extra cocky
He get shot if he think he gon' box me
Don't need a DV, call Monae or Nani
[Verse 2: C Blu]
C Blu
Ayo Kay, who that?
There go the opps in that V
Ayo Kay, who that?
Get 'em close, we ain't shootin' from deep
Don't got the V, we gon' walk up on feet
Mali, he spot 'em, he dump out the V
And these niggas, they know where I be
I'm the demon who send more than three
And you know that we looking for vatos
They start running as soon as them shots go
He said, "What you gon' do when there's nowhere to run?"
I'm letting my chop' blow
How you hype? You ain't throw more than one
Niggas broke and they really be popped though
Wanna beef? Let's have us some fun
But y'all know who just bought all the chops though
[Verse 3: Kay Flock]
Twin chop's when we spinnin' through
Scream OY O what, get boomed
EBK DOA get in tune
Bitches they duckin' and they getting it too
Like I said when I up, better move
Most of y'all niggas took off, yeah y'all flew
Pussy ran and he tripped out his shoes
Spin through the hill like what y'all wanna do?
[Chorus: Kay Flock]
We gon' talk all the facts, like
We gon' get into that
Rah Rah, he saw me he ain't let it clap, like
Ask him how much I threw back
I'm a demon, I like to react
Spin through the Bronx, tryna catch us a pack, like
Two shots gon' make him collapse
I do not smoke Mex' cause that nigga wack, like
( Kay Flock )
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