Letra Outta Luck - Kay Flock
Many niggas, they know I perform
The whole city, they know I put on
.30s and beams when the choppas get drawn
Said he like that, let's see what he on
Oh he tough? Got a beam on the Glock, can't duck (On the Glock, can't duck)
Outta luck, nigga ran on his bitch, got bluff (Bitch, got bluff)
Moving wock' with the chop'
Dirty stick on me, I don't wanna box
Let off shots, watch 'em bop
Hollows, they dance, they runnin’, won't stop
I get muddy, I don't do Ciroc
Need a baddie like Cardi to shake up the spot
I get muddy, I don't do Ciroc
Need a baddie like Cardi to shake up the spot
I get muddy, I don't do Ciroc
Need a baddie like Cardi to shake up the spot
Slide from both sides, we gon' wrap this shit up like a bowtie
Don't fold 'cause I know I'ma blow mine
My gun came with a safety, I broke mine (Think I broke mine)
Many niggas, they know I perform
The whole city, they know I put on
.30s and beams when the choppas get drawn (Blrrd)
Said he like that, let's see what he on (Big blrrd)
Oh he tough? (Huh?) Got a beam on the Glock, can't duck (On the Glock, can't duck, blrrd, blrrd)
Outta luck, nigga ran on his bitch, got bluff (Bitch, got bluff, Blrrd, blrrd)
Ayy, ayy
I slide in a hellcat with a Glock, baby
Bad bitch front seat, look like Vivica Fox (She bad)
On the block everybody got a chop'
[?] stop on the cops (Ayy, ayy)
Ayy, ayy we spinnin’ (Spinnin')
Everybody tryna rob, everybody catch a body, everybody slang iron, we sinnin’
These niggas ain’t street, they ain’t shit like me
Nigga tell 'em how the fuck we twinnin’ (Twinnin')
Nigga, fuck new friend with the metal to their head 'cause they was down bad for women
And it been like this since the beginnin’ (On God)
And it been like this from the start (On God)
We slidin’, we switchin’ the stolen cars (Stolen cars)
I'm so quick to hop out with semi, run down, get to hittin', send shots to your heart (On God)
And most of these rappers nigga bitches, we catchin’ 'em slippin’ and shooting at stars (Stars)
My grandma told me God forgive him when I wack a nigga
Just go pray to god
Many niggas, they know I perform (They know that)
The whole city, they know I put on
.30s and beams when the choppas get drawn
Said he like that, let's see what he on
Oh he tough? Got a beam on the Glock, can't duck (On the Glock, can't duck)
Outta luck, nigga ran on his bitch, got bluff (Bitch, got bluff)
Many niggas, they know I perform
The whole city, they know I put on
.30s and beams when the choppas get drawn
Said he like that, let's see what he on
Oh he tough? Got a beam on the Glock, can't duck (On the Glock, can't duck)
Outta luck, nigga ran on his bitch, got bluff (Bitch, got bluff)
The whole city, they know I put on
.30s and beams when the choppas get drawn
Said he like that, let's see what he on
Oh he tough? Got a beam on the Glock, can't duck (On the Glock, can't duck)
Outta luck, nigga ran on his bitch, got bluff (Bitch, got bluff)
Moving wock' with the chop'
Dirty stick on me, I don't wanna box
Let off shots, watch 'em bop
Hollows, they dance, they runnin’, won't stop
I get muddy, I don't do Ciroc
Need a baddie like Cardi to shake up the spot
I get muddy, I don't do Ciroc
Need a baddie like Cardi to shake up the spot
I get muddy, I don't do Ciroc
Need a baddie like Cardi to shake up the spot
Slide from both sides, we gon' wrap this shit up like a bowtie
Don't fold 'cause I know I'ma blow mine
My gun came with a safety, I broke mine (Think I broke mine)
Many niggas, they know I perform
The whole city, they know I put on
.30s and beams when the choppas get drawn (Blrrd)
Said he like that, let's see what he on (Big blrrd)
Oh he tough? (Huh?) Got a beam on the Glock, can't duck (On the Glock, can't duck, blrrd, blrrd)
Outta luck, nigga ran on his bitch, got bluff (Bitch, got bluff, Blrrd, blrrd)
Ayy, ayy
I slide in a hellcat with a Glock, baby
Bad bitch front seat, look like Vivica Fox (She bad)
On the block everybody got a chop'
[?] stop on the cops (Ayy, ayy)
Ayy, ayy we spinnin’ (Spinnin')
Everybody tryna rob, everybody catch a body, everybody slang iron, we sinnin’
These niggas ain’t street, they ain’t shit like me
Nigga tell 'em how the fuck we twinnin’ (Twinnin')
Nigga, fuck new friend with the metal to their head 'cause they was down bad for women
And it been like this since the beginnin’ (On God)
And it been like this from the start (On God)
We slidin’, we switchin’ the stolen cars (Stolen cars)
I'm so quick to hop out with semi, run down, get to hittin', send shots to your heart (On God)
And most of these rappers nigga bitches, we catchin’ 'em slippin’ and shooting at stars (Stars)
My grandma told me God forgive him when I wack a nigga
Just go pray to god
Many niggas, they know I perform (They know that)
The whole city, they know I put on
.30s and beams when the choppas get drawn
Said he like that, let's see what he on
Oh he tough? Got a beam on the Glock, can't duck (On the Glock, can't duck)
Outta luck, nigga ran on his bitch, got bluff (Bitch, got bluff)
Many niggas, they know I perform
The whole city, they know I put on
.30s and beams when the choppas get drawn
Said he like that, let's see what he on
Oh he tough? Got a beam on the Glock, can't duck (On the Glock, can't duck)
Outta luck, nigga ran on his bitch, got bluff (Bitch, got bluff)
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