[Intro: Kay Flock]

(24 is the G.O.A.T.)

(Kischon)

Like, like

[Verse 1: Kay Flock & Dougie B]

Pistol bullets, they makin' 'em hop

Don't wanna box, bullets makin' 'em drop (Every opp shot)

Like, EBK, DOAs in the spot

If he movin' slimey, we wipin' his snot (Slime, slime)

Pop a yellow, I beat up the box

She spot a Flock, now she greetin' the block

Ain't no switchin', I swear, it's no other

Kay-Kay Jackie, I'm movin' like Tucker

Baddie she shakin', no, I cannot love her (Shake that shit)

Fell in love with her, I'm shootin' it under

Notti gon' flock 'em, he don't need a number (Like)

Think they buggin' but we goin' dumbеr (Grrah-grrah)

[Verse 2: Kay Flock]

Oh, she givin' them niggas the drop?

It's timе to line him, we linkin' or not? (Like)

Think we fuckin' but she gettin' shot

B-Bullets is punchin', they knockin' her box

I call Gotti for Addys and thots

Scotty 2 Hotty, he clearin' the spot

We get muddy, we don't do CÎROC

Shawty, she limpin' off the patty bop

I'm the Flocka promotin' the violence

Rappin' and slidin', I don't do the hidin'

[Verse 3: TG Crippy]

DOA here, let me know if you slidin'

Why you cappin'? Why you lyin'?

I'ma shoot if niggas got me boxed in

.40 on me, ain't no time for no boxin'

Gotta be careful 'cause niggas be watchin'

Get out the hood, you ain't got a option

Fuck a choice, that's a must

All my opps broke, they ain't gettin' no gust

DOA winnin', runnin' it up

Opps mad, 'cause them niggas ain't fuckin' wit' us, like

DOA in the spot and we stickin' it up

Every opp gettin' shot 'cause we don't give a fuck

Ready to blitz, where the opps at?

If I pass it to Kay, he gon' flock that

Niggas dissin', never got back

I wanna know when y'all niggas wan' stop that

Get me a knocker, you won't get your knock back

You not the type of nigga that's gon' flock that

Ayo, Flock, they pussy

Ayo, Dougie, they rookies

Kenzo on sight, dare a nigga book me

I be crippin' like a nigga tookie

Don't you push me, if a opp in the spot

Then I'm breakin' him up like a cookie

Been on that shit, give a fuck what you heard

I get paid like the first, second and the third

Jackin' fours, we doin' you dirt'

See the fifth, she liftin' her skirt

I'm on SixSev', where the Perc's?

Bend through the eight and I'm goin' berserk

I got nine in the clip, one in the head

Ten bullets leave 'em hurt

I don't care what you did 'cause we did it first

Bend through the Well, I'm makin' a shirt

Now they askin', "Why somebody hurt?"

Talk on bro, now you dead in the dirt

Rappin' and drillin', we do this for real

I can get niggas popped like a pill

In the field, it get real, bald head kid, look like lil' bill

Spinnin' them blocks and takin' them deals

Now that nigga smokin' and poppin' them pills

Totin' Sally, you a liar

Bad lil' bitch name, "Whitney," fire

Still got it, she ain't never expire

Ready, set, go, fire

Now everything dead, suck my dick, I don't care what you said

And I know you mad, you got hit in ya' head

And you never got back, need to go take a rest

Niggas pussy, on the set

If I want you dead, I'm aimin' for heads

This knock gon' rock 'em, put 'em to bed

Ya' opps in the box, take it to the head

Lot of niggas want me dead

For a bag, go get you some bread

These niggas be hatin' on some shit that I had

And that's how I know these niggas never had

I got off my ass and got me a bag

Mommy ain't buy me none of this shit

I was on the road, countin' chips

I ain't broke, I ain't rich

No nine to five in this bitch

Got thirty rounds in this clip

Call up Kenzo, I'm ready to blitz

Slide on the opps, I pray I don't miss, grrah

Don't run, don't fall, don't trip, don't slip

I'ma hop out the car, throwin' like six

He jackin' OY, I'ma do him like Mitch

I'ma flock, won't stop 'til I see a nigga body drop

[Outro: Oppy & TG Crippy]

Oppy, ya' man in the spot

He throw up a O, then we wipin' his snot (Boom)