Testo FTO - Kay Flock
Testo della canzone FTO (Kay Flock), tratta dall'album The D.O.A. Tape (Care Package)
Ghosty
Grrah, grrah, grrah
Gang with me, Flockas with me
The goons with me, got the Rey with me, look
Grrah, grrah, grrah
Pussy boy, why you bluffin'? I don't want to talk, no, I ain't for discussion, look (nope)
Try to run, we gon' dust him, treat him like Skelly, lil' nigga, I plucked him, look (stupid)
Oh, he said it was lit, when I woke up at six at the lockout, I punched him (dummy)
We be bendin' wit' sticks, choppa', I let it rip, Sosa flocked at his muffin' (grrt)
Told 'em spin through the Rey and the Flockas outside, no we not for the rumblin' (grrah, grrah)
Wan Billy the ooter, he shoot 'em, he hit him, then he get the duckin' (skrrt, skrrt)
If he back out his pole, it don't blow, that's his ass, my adrenaline pumpin' (stupid)
Brodie told me, "Just chill, 'cause I'm still up on papers", told him he get to dumpin' (grrta)
Two Flocks, two chops, hop out on they block, bet they get to runnin' (runnin')
He gon' trip on his lace, he gon' fall on his face, bet that boy kept on stumblin' (grrah-grrah, boom)
And y'all niggas be cappin', ain't happen, when I spin, bet y'all niggas start runnin' (don't run)
When we spin through the T's, if I don't got the gun, throw him right in the Hudson (look)
I been tryna just chill and not bend with the steel, but these niggas be buggin'
Edai said he was SevK, he on the Sev, oh, he thinks that's Kay Flock? (No he not, no he not)
Nigga, get off my block, Edai you a rat, you was walking with cops (dummy)
EK just hopped out the OJ, hit 'em if he bunny hop
Gang gang gon' spin through both ways, bitch, we bitchin' niggas blocks
Gang on his heels tryna beat 'em, they didn't know that he was shot (stupid)
Dougz pop out, get to squeezin', tryna get him, but, he got (grrah-grrah, boom)
And y'all rapping about chains that we took, like, if niggas didn't know our bop
AMilly, you Folk? Gang took your pole, lucky you ain't get shot (pussy)
And my slimes on that shit, pull up, let it rip, pussy, they wipe your snot
Free Jo Watts, bitch, he be buggin' they had to put him in a box
(Free Jo Watts, bitch, he be buggin', they had to put him in a box)
And he said that we kids though, when we pop out, bitch, I keep a stick though (bitch)
.40 bark like some Bristo, when this shit spark, this shit look like a disco
Got a beam, so how can I miss though?
Packin' some shit that'll knock down a hippo (grrah-grrah, boom)
Get low, limbo, shoot 'til my wrist broke, free Mr. Empty Extendos
Grrt, gang, gang, gang, nigga
Suck my dick
Free the guys 'til I see the guys nigga, R.I.P. the guys
Disrespect the guys, you gon' meet the guys, nigga
Stupid, suck my dick
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Writer(s): Kevin Perez, Jeffrey Alexander, Kevohn John, Bradley Robert Moss
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