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t cardi - kay flock lyrics

[intro]
grrr baow baow baow
grrr gang gang gang gang
gang gang gang

[verse 1: kay flock & dougie b]

if we spinnin, we hittin whoever you wit, like soon as i boom out then 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 ima do tha hit
n*gga dougie my brotha i’m takin that risk, like f*ck it let’s go take a trip
yoo dougz, you spin, i spin, you throw 5, i throw 10
we spinnin around like we did it again, like f*ck it we up at his friend
like b*tch i’m (?) i throw up the trin, two flocks two chops we gon hop out again ( like f*ck walk up on his friend like)
why the f*ck n*ggas smoke on my opps like they do not rap what they live, he tried to run but i cl!cked on his mans, like hol on i really rap what i did
nadi gon flock hе don’t need rubber bands like,what you think he gon do for thе sig
hollows start spittin, sh*t hit through his ribs, like don’t get caught up in traffic again
on parole wit a chop still movin too hot like,it ain’t like he done cl!cked it again(on parole wit a chop still too hot like,like,like)
i ain’t no k!ller don’t push me, just gotta get back if he die, then it’s f*ck it(look)
ace just spot em he got em, he don’t want no problems so who really buggin(look)
b*tches be thinkin they hot, backin out henny and b*tches be pop
gotta call thotty we gettin the drop,if it’s up then it’s stuck leave it up at the top
when you run into me, b*tch it’s shooter get shot, i got too many opps,we got too many chops
b*tch i shoot double hands and i’m clearin the block, if they send me the addy walk up let it flock

like a thotty, i don’t wanna party
like i’m ratchet i don’t want a barbie
need a baddie who party like cardi
is you ready to ride in a heartbeat
smoochie, no cuffing just eat me i’m sorry
jack the opps get put in a mauley
me and kay 2 deep no assist, 1 thot 2 chops 2 flocks for the hit

[verse 2: lil skrap 1090 & justo b]

and you know i gotta shoot 2 hands, you get hit wit this heat and you catchin a tan, get low from the scene and we get at his mans, we hop out the v and hop back in the van
put the shmoney on him and get shmurda, if can’t get to him
knocker in my pocket, i walk wit a limp (?)
he lookin at me like i know my hand on the grip(look)
he make a wrong move and i lift him(like),if that man don’t get hype
sha pop out the cut and gon blitz em
took a pic and that boy did the same sh*t, i pop out and you know who i came wit
ya mans died, n*gga go and slide he just posted a pictures while it raining
red dot to his face tryna off him, how they kids when i slide cause i’m tossin
i know they mad and they picture me dead, but i picture they big homie walkin
(?) they see us, when we aim and they run, spin again bro miss till he touched
red beam how the f*ck can i miss, i extended my clip (like)
and yeah i heard the diss,talkin all this gun sh*t wit no hits (like)
he got shot and took it on the hop, 25 to the l running in like
he came home and had a kid wit 2 thots, i see him, i’m throwing and kickin his kid (like)
gun smoke we on all that,yeah that’s them in the v know i’m on that
justo wait to shoot i’m like fall back
f*ck that, grrr da baow now he off that
hit you up then go look for who sent you
bl**dy face, ski mask when i bend through (look)
see a crowd but he back out the .9
i’m aiming for you and whoever you next to

- kay flock lyrics

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