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everything k - kay flock lyrics

[intro: tg flockaa]
baow, baow, baow
gang, gang

[verse 1: tg flockaa & kenzo balla]
n*gga, suck my d*ck (n*gga, suck my d*ck)
none of y’all n*ggas did sh*t (gang, gang, gang)
i gotta pull up on y’all with my grips
since y’all n*ggas talking like y’all got hits, like (grrt, grrt*grrt, boom)
and i’m back on that bullsh*t (bullsh*t)
n*ggas on court, but got no bull kicks (gang)
i’ve been outside since a lil’ kid (a lil’ kid)
beating n*ggas, wish a n*gga would spin (facts)
we them n*ggas spinnin’ every block
spot a vato then he gettin’ flocked (suck my d*ck)
you a ‘ooter, but you never shot
keep it real, you ain’t gotta lie
better be the ooter when my n*ggas slide (like)
cause them bullets finna multiply (grrt*grrt)
ain’t no telling who about to die (ain’t no f*ckin’ tellin’)
ain’t no telling who about to—, like (grrah*grrah, boom)
now the ooters arrive (we arrive)
who ready to die? (who ready to die?)
i told you that we was gon’ slide (i told you we*)
what y’all thought we was lying? never (what y’all thought we was lying?)
man, y’all n*ggas is jokes (man y’all n*ggas is jokes), y’all don’t want no smoke (grrt*grrt, boom)
hop out two shots right at a what? (at a what? at a what?)
never at a locc (never)
always keep a pole (always)
n*ggas know we on go (grrt, grrt)
you say that you ‘ject 5, kinda low
i f*ck with the ‘jects who really be on go
i’m seeing a lot of n*ggas gettin’ poked
n*ggas really jokes, i’m seeing a lot of n*ggas gettin’ smoked
they laid in the pavement, discovered with they toe, look (lotti, gang)
and i’m tired of them diss tracks, your mans died, you ain’t get back (dubskii)
the only thing you did was sit back in the crib, laying with your b*tch pack
y’all been losing n*ggas, y’all ain’t get back (grrah)
suckin’ jb d*ck better sit back (mb)
big ogk, oh my god, i’m just with that (grrah)
free oso, can’t wait ’till he get back, gang
[verse 2: kenzo balla & kay flock]
better dump when we dump, it get tragic (it get tragic)
bro bend through the opps, tryna clap them (grrt, baow, baow)
cuzzy up the laser, lets see their reaction (lets see their reaction)
they know tg always get it crackin’
kay*kay keep on dumpin’, he not tryna pass it (no)
free the bros, all my n*ggas spazzin’ (free the gang)
i’ma flock n*gga, f*ck what you jackin’ (grrt)
on bro, see a o, i’ma pack him (oyk)
how y’all mentioning bro, y’all just making y’all casket (y’all casket)
lv, that’s a k, we don’t jack it (lvk)
if i see lil matt, then i might just go clap him, stab him
n*gga, f*ck all the rapping
i got knock bells, i got a new grip (grrt)
and this .30 clip long like a pool stick (sh*t’s long like a pool stick)
these n*ggas be capping, they know that we shoot sh*t (they know that we shoot sh*t)
any gz talk on bro, i’ma boom ’em (grrt)
ballin’ like jb, i’ma hop out, snooze ’em (grrt)
i send three, now that n*gga not moving (not moving)
all the bds n*ggas know the movement
eos, doa we get into it (gang)
kay like, “kenzo, what’s that?” (what’s that? what’s that?)
i said “n*gga, a pack” (i said “n*gga, a pack”)
step in the spot with the trendys and makks (grrt)
this sh*t can get lit if he throw up the hat (lvk)
[verse 3: kay flock & kenzo balla]
you ain’t ask for the deuce, to go spin, to go flock though
you was too busy ducking your taco (taco)
and it’s free west, shoutout huntaaand opp though (free west)
they was fiendin’ to catch them a vato (grrah*grrah, boom)
and i told bro to spin up on the opps though (like)
like, i ain’t just get booked for the chop though
but, look, don’t make it hot though (like)
first one leave the park, he getting shot though (baow, baow, baow)
i told bro ain’t no y up in my o (like)
kenzo buggin’, tryna let like five go, like
and we looking for paco, i told kay*kay to knock off his taco, like

and it sit on my hip, but tg, he came with the mop though, like
n*ggas better not slip, catch an o and i’m letting a shot go, like
n*gga, delly got hit, lg p*ssy lil’ n*gga got popped though, like
n*ggas stay sucking d*ck, and i better not catch me a vato, like
and lil nesty a b*tch, running rick, ’cause i stay throwing shots at him, like
i’ma hit my lil’ b*tch, and i bet she gon’ give me the drop on him, like
and where ever i spin, if they with him, then they getting shot with him, like
and where ever i spin, if they with him, then they getting shot with him, like

- kay flock lyrics

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