[Lyric] Thats My Muddy (Rockgang Dah)

[Intro: Kay Flock]
Grrah, grrah
Grrah, grrah
Don't run, don't trip
Don't run, don't trip

[Verse 1: Kay Flock]
If you double it then Dougie takin' that pack (Pack)
Word to my mother I would never lack (Lack)
I done shot niggas who ain't get back (They ain't get back)
Two shots, "Baow, baow", make 'em collapse (Baow, baow)
I know C-Hii be quick to attack
Bitch, I climb over gates, to just shoot at the hats (Don't run, don't run)
Hol' on, and I stay with a hat, like
Run at that boy, get clapped, look (Grrah-grrah)
And it sit on my lap (And it sit on my—)
Try and run in that pussy, get—
Like, one false move, hop out, I attack (Like what?)

[Verse 2: RockGang Dah]
Ayo Kay, that's a opp, I shoot him in his back
I'ma slide on your block, I pull up in all black
Pop a opp just like a flat
Red dot, green dot, he runnin’ like he Flash
If that boy try to flex I'm poking from his back
When I walk in CVS I'm leaving with a pint
Keep a strap just like a dyke
I just popped two percs, and fucked this bitch all night
I just scored a pint of red and poured up in a Sprite
Got some bloody's uptop they always [?]
Fuck the opps they always tryna diss me
Kay Flock keep a stick, you run up shit get sticky
If you slide on my block, I bet you never miss me
When I up the .45 he dancing like he Diddy
Ima slide with 30 clip and shoot him in his kidney
Watch she dance, got the drip, ya bitch she wan' lick me
He got lined by a thot, we killed him with a .50
I just poured a 5 ounce, my Fanta lookin' filthy
Niggas never outside, these pussy niggas kill me
[Verse 3: Kay Flock & Dougie B]
Get the drop to his function, bet I make it litty
DOA Sev block, she poppin' her titty
Lil bitch tote the knocker, better not move mixy
Spin till' I'm dizzy ain't talking no blixky
Kay Kay point his fingers now they running Ricky
Tell her get shiggy baby, no jiggy
Got a baddie, she shaking like Nicki
Need a Keisha when shit getting sticky
Bring a lil' smoochie to [?] with me
She tried to up too, ain't passing no stichy
Like, after this you better lick me
We get money I tell her no tipsy
Me and Dougie the evil twin, bitch I am the demon
So if you want us come get with me, like
That's my muddy we go 50 for 50
Doing hits out of stolleys or rentys
Bitch im structured, I ain't talking no Bizzy

[Verse 4: RockGang Dah]
I'm slidin' on your block and I'm flockin' with the semi
Aye yo bro that's an opp, put shots right in his belly
In the spot it get hot, but I ain't talking no Nelly
And your bitch be fucking, treeshing in the telly
You can ask about RGD I put in work
Me and Kay spot an opp, we put him on a shirt
Fuck your mans we put him in the dirt
(pew pew)
I'm shooting like I'm Durk
When I'm fucking your bitch she lifting up her skirt
Get the drop from a thot
We gotta make it work
Aye yo bro that's an opp, we pop him like a perc
Ima up the .45 and put wholes in his shirt
All my opps is popped, they bums, they smoking dirt
And I'm getting to the bag
These bitches they tryna flirt
I just found five claims and spent it on a shirt
I just popped me a perc, a 30, got me busting
Ima slide on the opps with Dougz, we got them running
RGD I got them racks, I got the plug in London
I put a shot to his top, I gave him a concussion
[Verse 5: Kay Flock]
Smoking on who? Show you what these slugs bout
Munna a demon, flocking shit on Clubhouse
Spinnin' with 80s them lil' niggas bugged out
Lil Notti, he bringing them guns out
He said "Flocka, it's time to have fun now"
First O he get, he see, getting gunned down
If the gun jam up, he getting bunked down
Gun with a beam we don't miss, that's a touchdown
Tried to duck out of luck now he rushed now
Woke up at six at the locker, got punched down

[Outro: Kay Flock]
Like, grrah-grrah
Woke up at six at the locker, got punched down
He said it was lit, got crushed down