[Intro]
(24 is the GOAT)
(Daddy)
(Kyle Richh, I really love you)
[Chorus: Kyle Richh]
Fuck that, that nigga gone
Dummy got clapped for the shit he was on (Grrah, grrah)
If you see me, you better perform
Bullets gon' shake him, he flippin' his arms
Lil' thottie, she tryna get sexual
She be fiendin' to pop it and lock it
Everything dead, I ain't givin' no options
Told bro, "Don't stop, keep flockin'" (Daddy)
[Verse 1: Kyle Richh]
I'ma slide on your side with a dime (Like, what?)
Throw ten, I'ma dump that knocker (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
Everything dead, send shots like the doctor (Grrah)
Gumbo, shit, kick it like soccer (Bitch)
Dump out the V, straight flock 'em, flock 'em
Better run if you run into mе
Bitch, I'm on court, I'm on D like Siakam
Like, I'm really KR Da G (Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah)
Sеtty got spot on me, dripped and then dripped (Grrah)
Lil' bro tryna run and I'm sendin' out three (Grrah, grrah, boom)
Times two, I'm sendin' out six
I cannot dance with the knock on my hip (Like, what? Like, what?; Daddy)
Niggas want tell me to chill, but I'm in the field, for real
Like, these niggas know what I do (Like, how?)
J gon' throw nine back at you (Like, what?)
Dump out the V, see that opp and then deuce (Like, how?)
Like (Like, what?)
[Chorus: Kyle Richh]
Fuck that, that nigga gone
Dummy got clapped for the shit he was on (Dejah)
If you see me, you better perform
Bullets gon' shake him, flippin' his arms (Smoochie; Daddy)
Lil' thottie, she tryna get sexual
She be fiendin' to pop it and lock it
Everything dead, I ain't givin' no options
Told bro, "Don't stop, keep flockin'"
[Verse 2: Mike Myerzz]
I don't know what to tell you niggas when I come (Woah)
Sound like Durk when it start to hum (Ayy)
Bitch, it's Mike Myerzz, so you better run
No Nick, but this cannon comin' with a drum, hold on
And we spin (Woah), spin again
We don't stop 'til we get us a win (A win)
Watch him dance like the party begin (Begin)
Like, the two bullets itchin' his skin
Everybody a tough guy 'til lil' tough guy get his lil'-ass bitched (Baow)
You was to supposed be a good guy turned to a tuggy, turn your body, get a stitch (Grrt)
Had your bitch doin' mad tricks (Mad tricks)
Mix the LV with the Rick (Okay)
Too much ice, gotta use Vick (Okay)
I'm the one, you lil'-ass pick
Make it twerk, baby, throw it back (Throw it back)
I'm like Nino Brown without the crack (Ayy)
I don't need a flag to attack
I go harder, nigga, 'cause I'm bl***
[Chorus: Kyle Richh]
Fuck that, that nigga gone
Dummy got clapped for the shit he was on (Grrah, grrah)
If you see me, you better perform
Bullets gon' shake him, he flippin' his arms
Lil' thottie, she tryna get sexual
She be fiendin' to pop it and lock it
Everything dead, I ain't givin' no options
Told bro, "Don't stop, keep flockin'"
[Outro: Kyle Richh]
Grrah
Told bro, ''Don't stop, keep flockin'''
Like, what? Like, what?
Don't flock
Grrah
KR
McLovin
Grrah, grrah, grrah