TCardi Lyrics – Kay Flock feat. Dougie B, Justo B & Lil Skrap 1090
(M2K)
Grrt, baow, baow, baow
Grrt, gang, gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang
If we spinnin’, we hittin’ whoever you with, like, soon as I boom, better dip
(Got a new Glock, I extended the clip, like, beam on this chop’, I won’t miss)
(Told Dougie, “I’m fiendin’, bro, ain’t no assist”)
Told Kay-Kay, “Don’t worry, I’ma do the hit”
(***, Dougie my brother, I’m takin’ that risk, like)
*** it, let’s go take a trip
(Yo, Dougz, you spin, I spin, you throw five, I throw ten)
(We spinnin’ around like we did it again, like, *** it, we up at his friend)
Like, ***, I’m MB, Kay Flock throw up the Trend
Two flocks, two chop’s we gon’ hop out again
Like *** that, walk up on his friend, like, huh, we gon’, like
Why the *** niggas smoke with my opps, like, they do not rap what they live
He tried to run but I clicked on his mans, like, hold on, I really rap what I did
Notti gon’ flock, he don’t need rubber bands, like, what you think he gon’ do for the cig?
Hollows start spittin’, *** hit through his drip like, don’t get caught up in traffic again
On parole with a chop’, still movin’ too hot like, and they like, “Kay done clicked it again”
On parole with a chop’ still movin’ too hot like, like, like
I ain’t no killer don’t push me, just gotta get back, if he die, then it’s *** it, look
AC just spot ’em, he got ’em, he don’t want no problems so who really buggin’, look
*** be thinkin’ they hot, backin’ out Henny and *** be pop
Gotti call thotty, we gettin’ the drop
If it’s up then it’s stuck, leave it up at the top
When you runnin’ to me, *** it’s shoot or get shot
I got too many opps, we got too many chop’s
***, I shoot double hands and I’m clearin’ the block
If they send me the addy, walk up, let it flock
La-di-da-di, I don’t wanna party
Like ’em ratchet, I don’t want a Barbie
Need a baddie who party like Cardi
Is you ready to ride in a heartbeat?
Smoochie, no cuffin’, just eat me, I’m sorry
Jack the opps, you get put in a Marley
Me and Kay two deep, no assist
One ***, two chop’s, two flocks for the hit, look
And you know I gotta shoot two hands (Grrt)
You get hit with this heat and you catchin’ a tan
Get low from the scene and then we get at his mans
We hop out the V and then hop back in the van (Where you going?)
Put the shmoney on him and get shmurda if we can’t get to him (Shmurda)
Knocks in my pockets, I walk with a limp
Bro called tryna score but he done off the rims
{He lookin at me like I know where my hands on the grip, look}
{He make a wrong move and I lift him, like}
{If my mans don’t get hype, Sha pop out the cut he gon’ blitz him}
Took a pic and that boy did the same ***, I pop out and you know who I came with (Y’all know)
Your mans died, ***, go and slide, he just posting pictures while it’s rainin’ (***)
{Red dot to his face tryna off him, how they kids wanna slide cause I’m tossin’ (Grrt)}
{I know they mad and they picture me dead, but I picture they big homie walkin’}
I been ninety before I was one, we ain’t spin, push the back to the front
They see us broke, then I aim and they run, spin again if bro miss ’till he touched
{Red beam, how the *** can I miss? (How the *** can I miss?)}
{I extended my clip, like, huh (Haha)}
{And yeah I heard the diss (I heard the diss), talkin’ all this *** *** with no hits, like}
{He got shot and took it on a hop, 25 to the LV, I get hit, like}
{He came home and had a kid with two thots, I see him, I’m throwin’ and kickin’ his kid, like}
*** smoke, we want all that (All that, all that)
{Yeah, that’s them in the V, know I’m on that}
Justo, wait to shoot I’m like, “Fall back”
{*** that, grrt-da-baow now he off that, look}
Hit you up then go look for who sent you
{Bloody face, ski mask when I bend through, look}
See a crowd Brodie back out the knock
{I’m aimin’ for you and whoever you next to, like}