[Intro: Kay Flock]

I'm tryna slide in a stoley

Let him run, I'ma get wit' his brodie

Don't need a show, I can do this shit doley

Fuck if I'm rich, I'ma still take his rolly

R.I.P Naz, yeah I blaze for the crodey

He get got, he get killed what he owe me

He get shot, give a fuck what he told me

Shoot like I'm curry, yeah, I know they can't hold me

Grrah, grrah

Grrah-grrah, grrah-grrah

[Verse 1: Kay Flock]

XD wit' a stick, attached to the beam, so i know i won't miss

Let him run, he get left like he rick

Bullets burn him, watch him twitch

Fuck a cab, he got left in a Lyft, how y'all all linkin' up for a hit?

And the Dub's to the T'z to my dick

I'm tryna spin through, and hang out thе whip

Tryna hit a goofy in his shit

One got hit in his back and he tripped and thе other one almost went out like a bitch

I was praying the dumb nigga slipped

[Chorus: Kay Flock]

I'm tryna slide in a stoley

Let him run, I'ma get wit' his brodie

Don't need a show, i can do this shit doley

Fuck if I'm rich, i'ma still take his rolly

R.I.P Naz, yeah, I blaze for the crodey

He get got, he get killed what he owe me

He get shot, give a fuck what he told me

Shoot like i'm curry, yeah, i know they can't hold me

Grrah, grrah, grrah-grrah, grrah-grrah

[Verse 2: King Von]

I am what I am, what I'm not, see, I'd never be (Nah)

Niggas woofin' up until we meet (Bow)

Catch him lackin', put him on TV (Bow, bow)

And if I should die (Ayy), I'm boostin' the murder rate (I am)

My niggas gon' slide every day (We are)

He been talkin' that shit, I can't wait (DJ on the beat so it's a banger)

I am what I am (I am), what I'm not, see, I'd never be (Nah)

Niggas woofin' up until we meet (Bow)

Catch him lackin', put him on TV (Bow, bow, bow)

And if I should die (Bow), I'm boostin' the murder rate (I am)

My niggas gon' slide every day (Slide, slide)

He been talkin' that shit, I can't wait (Grrt)

[Verse 3: Dougie B]

I’m too raw, ain’t no fuckin' with me

Dougie double the B, double hunnids on me, I don't know why

Like old niggas be comin' at me 'cause these bitches on me, no, I don’t wanna beef

But niggas know we ain’t duckin' no heat

But keep fuckin' with me, you get put up with shh

Pop a pill more, than four when I geek

And when I pour a four, I need more, I don’t dream

Never sober or sore off a E, too tweaked

Too different me when I'm off a bean

Thought I was just buggin', she fuck with the opps and me

Real wife in my boxer briefs

She tryna leave, she ask me, "Is you down to leave?"

My dumbass was bound to see

Fuck it, don't matter, ain’t no in-betweens

Got fiends for the scene tryna stamp 'em a P

Just look in my eyes, feel the rage when I speak

They gon' only respect when you stay on BT

Tell 'em, "Free Kay", NBA put his song on TV (Put his song on TV)

Disrespect me when them demons in me

I can’t walk up no more, angels talkin' to me

We still doin' 'em sleeze everythin' be MB

New block

[Verse 4: Kay Flock]

If I don't got my gun, knuckle up

Most of the time I got pole 'cause it's up

And they way I tote, don't get touched

Boomin' for Blay, and JB, bitch I'm clutch, like

When you catch Kay Flock, he gon' boom

Dougz is goin' with who?

Doug' throw 5, I throw 10 back at you, like

I'm Mr. Go-Coo-With-The-Deuce

P-Pussy got flocked, and his hat actin' loose

When I see him, I'm tightenin' them screws

And whoever you with, you get shot with your boo

I still make the news wit' a million views

If I don't got my gun, knuckle up

Most of the time I got pole 'cause it's up

And they way I tote, don't get touched

Boomin' for Blay, and JB, bitch I'm clutch, like

When you catch Kay Flock, he gon' boom

Dougz is goin' with who?

Doug' throw 5, I throw 10 back at you, like

I'm Mr. Go-Coo-With-The-Deuce

P-Pussy got flocked, and his hat actin' loose

When I see him, I'm tightenin' them screws

And whoever you with, you get shot with your boo

I still make the news wit' a million views

[Chorus: Kay Flock]

I'm tryna slide in a stoley

Let him run, I'ma get wit' his brodie

Don't need a show, i can do this shit doley

Fuck if I'm rich, i'ma still take his rolly

R.I.P Naz, yeah, I blaze for the crodey

He get got, he get killed what he owe me

He get shot, give a fuck what he told me

Shoot like i'm curry, yeah, i know they can't hold me

Grrah, grrah, grrah-grrah, grrah-grrah

XD wit' a stick, attached to the beam, so i know i won't miss

Let him run, he get left like he rick

Bullets burn him, watch him twitch

Fuck a cab, he got left in a Lyft, how y'all all linkin' up for a hit?

And the Dub's to the T'z to my dick

I'm tryna spin through, and hang out the whip

Tryna hit a goofy in his shit

One got hit in his back and he tripped and the other one almost went out like a bitch