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on hots (ygz diss) - kay flock lyrics

[opening]
like, everything dead, n*gga, huh
ayo, c blu, what’s crackin’, n*gga?
like, like, look

[chorus: kay flock]
we gon’ talk on the facts, like
we gon’ get into that
rah*rah, he saw me he ain’t let it clap, like (p*ssy)
ask him how much i threw back (baow, baow, baow)
i’m a demon, i like to react
spin through the well, tryna catch us a pack, like
two shots, gon’ make him collapse
i do not smoke mex’ ’cause that n*gga wack, like (he wack, like)
(21st*century schizoid man)
[verse 1: kay flock & c blu]
we get muddy, i tell her no tipsy (no tipsy)
we spot a opp anywhere it get litty, like
spot a vato, this sh*t gon’ get mixy (dummy)
throw a shot, put the knocks in her titty (baow, baow, baow)
ebk, doa’s, in the spot it get gritty (dummy)
try to run, put the dot on his kidney (like, like)
free gang (free gang), free gotti (gotti)
bro in the spot and he ridin’ with oppy (like)
if i don’t got the knocks, i’m with notti
scottie got 30, he move extra c*cky (c*cky, gang)
he get shot if he think he gon’ box me (dummy)
don’t need a dv, call monae or nani (nani)
you got this, sho
c blu (like, baow, baow)
(21st*century schizoid man)

[verse 2: c blu & kay flock]
ayo kay, who that? (who that?)
there go the opps in that v (like)
ayo kay, who that?
get up close, we ain’t shootin’ from deep (baow, baow, baow)
don’t got the v, we gon’ walk up on feet
mali, he spot ’em, he dump out the v (like)
and these n*ggas, they know where i be
i’m the demon who send more than three
and you know that we lookin’ for vatos (vatos)
they start runnin’ as soon as them shots go (dummy)
he said, “what you gon’ do when there’s nowhere to run?”
i’m letting my chop’ blow (baow, baow)
how you hype? you ain’t throw more than one (like)
n*ggas broke and they really be popped though (like)
wanna beef? let’s have us some fun
but y’all know who just bought all the chops though
[verse 3: kay flock]
twin chops when we spinnin’ through (like)
scream “oy”, o*what?, get boomed (get boomed)
ebk, doa, get in tune (dummy)
b*tches, they duckin’, they gettin’ it too (b*tch)
like i said, when i up, better move (like)
most of y’all n*ggas took off or y’all flew (p*ssy)
p*ssy ran and he tripped out his shoes
bend through the hill like, “what y’all wanna do?” (oyk)

[chorus: kay flock & c blu]
we gon’ talk on the facts, like
we gon’ get into that
rah*rah, he saw me he ain’t let it clap, like (p*ssy)
ask him how much i threw back (like)
i’m a demon, i like to react
spin through the well, tryna catch us a pack, like (baow, baow)
two shots, gon’ make him collapse (baow, baow)
i do not smoke mex’ ’cause that n*gga wack, like

- kay flock lyrics

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