Letra FTO - Kay Flock
(Ghosty)
Grrah, grrah, grrah
Gang with me, Flockas with me
The goons with me, got the Rey with me
Look, grrah, grrah, grrah
Pussy boy, why you bluffin'? I don't wanna talk, no, I ain't for discussion, look (Nope)
Try to run, we gon' dust him, treat him like Skelly, lil' nigga, I plucked him, look (Stupid)
Oh, he said it was lit, when I woke up at 6 at the lockout, I punched him (Dummy)
We be bendin' with sticks, chopper, I'll let it rip, Sosa flocked at his muffin (Grrt)
Told 'em spin through the Rey and the Flocks is outside, no, we not for the rumblin' (Grrah, grrah)
Wan Billy the ooter, he shoot him, he hit him, then he get to duckin' (Skrrt, skrrt)
If he back out his pole, it don't blow, that's his ass, my adrenaline pumpin' (Stupid)
Brodie told me just chill 'cause I'm still up on papers, told Liki to dump it (Grrta)
Two Flocks, two chops, hop out on they block, bet they get to runnin' (Runnin')
He gon' trip on his lace, he gon' fall on his face, bet that boy kept on stumblin' (Grrah, grrah, boom)
And y'all niggas be cappin', ain't happen, when I spin, bet y'all niggas start runnin' (Don't run)
When we spin through the T's, if I don't got the gun, throw him right in the Hudson (Look)
I been tryna just chill and not bend with the steel, but these niggas be buggin'
Edai said he was SevK, he on the Sev, oh, he think that's Kay Flock? (No, he not, no, he not)
Nigga, get off my block, Edai, you a rat, you was walkin' with cops (Dummy)
EK just hopped out the OJ, hit him if he bunny hop
Gang-gang gon' spin through both ways, bitch, we blitzin' niggas' blocks
Gang on his heels tryna beat 'em, they didn't know that he was shot (Stupid)
Dougz pop out, get to squeezin', tryna get him, but he got (Grrah, grrah, boom)
And y'all rappin' about chains that we took like if niggas, they don't know our bop
AMilly, you folk? Gang took your pole, lucky you ain't get shot (Pussy)
And my slimes on that shit, pull up, let it rip, pussy, they wipe your snot
Free JoWvttz, bitch, he be buggin', they had to put him in a box
(Free JoWvttz, bitch, he be buggin', they had to put him in a box)
And he said that we kids, though, when we pop out, bitch, I keep a stick, though (Bitch)
.40 bark like some Bristo, when this shit spark, this shit look like a disco (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
Got a beam, so how can I miss, though? Packin' some shit that'll knock down a hippo (Grrah, grrah, boom)
Get low, limbo, shoot 'til my wrist broke, free Mr. Empty Extendos
Grrt
Gang, gang, gang, nigga
Suck my dick
Free the guys 'til I see the guys, nigga
RIP the guys, disrespect the guys, you gon' meet the guys, nigga
Stupid, suck my dick
Grrah, grrah, grrah
Gang with me, Flockas with me
The goons with me, got the Rey with me
Look, grrah, grrah, grrah
Pussy boy, why you bluffin'? I don't wanna talk, no, I ain't for discussion, look (Nope)
Try to run, we gon' dust him, treat him like Skelly, lil' nigga, I plucked him, look (Stupid)
Oh, he said it was lit, when I woke up at 6 at the lockout, I punched him (Dummy)
We be bendin' with sticks, chopper, I'll let it rip, Sosa flocked at his muffin (Grrt)
Told 'em spin through the Rey and the Flocks is outside, no, we not for the rumblin' (Grrah, grrah)
Wan Billy the ooter, he shoot him, he hit him, then he get to duckin' (Skrrt, skrrt)
If he back out his pole, it don't blow, that's his ass, my adrenaline pumpin' (Stupid)
Brodie told me just chill 'cause I'm still up on papers, told Liki to dump it (Grrta)
Two Flocks, two chops, hop out on they block, bet they get to runnin' (Runnin')
He gon' trip on his lace, he gon' fall on his face, bet that boy kept on stumblin' (Grrah, grrah, boom)
And y'all niggas be cappin', ain't happen, when I spin, bet y'all niggas start runnin' (Don't run)
When we spin through the T's, if I don't got the gun, throw him right in the Hudson (Look)
I been tryna just chill and not bend with the steel, but these niggas be buggin'
Edai said he was SevK, he on the Sev, oh, he think that's Kay Flock? (No, he not, no, he not)
Nigga, get off my block, Edai, you a rat, you was walkin' with cops (Dummy)
EK just hopped out the OJ, hit him if he bunny hop
Gang-gang gon' spin through both ways, bitch, we blitzin' niggas' blocks
Gang on his heels tryna beat 'em, they didn't know that he was shot (Stupid)
Dougz pop out, get to squeezin', tryna get him, but he got (Grrah, grrah, boom)
And y'all rappin' about chains that we took like if niggas, they don't know our bop
AMilly, you folk? Gang took your pole, lucky you ain't get shot (Pussy)
And my slimes on that shit, pull up, let it rip, pussy, they wipe your snot
Free JoWvttz, bitch, he be buggin', they had to put him in a box
(Free JoWvttz, bitch, he be buggin', they had to put him in a box)
And he said that we kids, though, when we pop out, bitch, I keep a stick, though (Bitch)
.40 bark like some Bristo, when this shit spark, this shit look like a disco (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
Got a beam, so how can I miss, though? Packin' some shit that'll knock down a hippo (Grrah, grrah, boom)
Get low, limbo, shoot 'til my wrist broke, free Mr. Empty Extendos
Grrt
Gang, gang, gang, nigga
Suck my dick
Free the guys 'til I see the guys, nigga
RIP the guys, disrespect the guys, you gon' meet the guys, nigga
Stupid, suck my dick
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(OP, you made a hit, bruh), Uh, I pour me a six, now I'm geeked up, like, My shooters pull up in them Jeep trucks, We shoot at your gang, I'm switchin' through lanes, Trackhawk, they cannot keep up, We shoot at your...
DOA
Grrah-grrah, DOA, DOA, Like, Like, grrah-grrah, Grrah-grrah, Be yourself and stay up in ya' lane (Lane), Why you runnin'? I ain't even flame, Shoot wit' double hands, that's how I got my aim, Eli got shot, he walkin'...
SHAKE IT
(Elias Beats), Hey ladies, drop it down (Grrah), Just wanna see you touch the ground (Grrah, grrah-grrah), Don't be shy, girl, go Bananza (Grrah-grrah), Shake ya' body like a belly dancer (Like, grrah), Oh, we tryna...
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