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Kay Flock
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Slum A Lau on the beat Drench, drench, drench Ayo, Eli what the f**k?! Ayy, AR They throw shots from quick recognition (What?) Mask on, 'cause of facial recognition (Boom) You know I've been to the bookings (Uh-huh) Back then, I was terrorizing Brooklyn (AR) Nowadays, a couple racks for the booking (Breesh) Bet you can't name it, then it got took'n (At all) Right now, I got big names looking (Yeah) Almost there, I got like, half a foot in (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Keep a .45 on me, I ain't fighting Back then, I was terrorizing Dyckman (Grrah) All I do is get high, and dodge indictments (Grrah) I don't fight, but the bullets hit like Tyson (Grrah) They must've not got the memo (Memo) We ain't runnin' outta ammo (Ammo) We in the field like the gang wearin' camo (Camo) We movin' milli, like Tony Soprano (Yeah, yeah) Told Slayter, "We see them haters later" (Slayter) Lappin' n***as, they like, "Wait up" (Wait up) Made breesh, out apartments of labor (Breesha) I watched close friends turn to haters, uh They must've ain't heard 'bout the drench (Drench, drench, drench) Every clip gotta extend (Grrah) Lift him up, and watch him ascend (Lift him) Or pa** I might give him a pa**, it depends (Yeah, yeah) Life been full of new sh*t (Life) Hit the b*t*h, and I pa** her to 26 (AR) All my n***as got Glocks, and they use it (Grrah) If the b*t*h don't give head, then she useless (She useless) We just get high and we f**k to my music Poppin' these 30s, that sh*t therapeutic Waka Flocka, on my hip, oh, let's do it Mix the Xannies, with the Addy, I'm booted (I'm booted) My closet filled up with Prada sh*t (Drip, drip, drip) Dior, Amiri, a lot of it (Yeah, yeah, yeah) If the jeans ain't a band, I ain't coppin' it (At all) I don't care what I'm totin', I'm flockin' it (Grrah) Told my brothers stay smart, not dangerous (On bro) 'Cause a dangerous n***a get wacked (On bro) And a dangerous n***a might lack (On bro) Don't wanna converse, if it ain't how to pack (Baow, baow) Like, b*t*h, I'm the face of the Bronx, like I do what I want (I want) I don't need my gun Uppin' my phone on my finger, I still make 'em run (Pu**y) Like, he say he go coo' with the deuce, he don't know what to do I'm the Flock who go dumb (Who go dumb) If he don't got a mask, boy, that's his a** (That's his a**) Face recognition, he done EBK, DOA, GBG babies (Babies) We tote choppas like this sh*t the Navy Old heads get boomed, we leave 'em lazy (Pu**y) If you want me to slide, better pay me (Pay me, n***a) B*t*h I'm the king of the Bronx, yeah, obey me (Like) N***as cappin', like these n***as made me B*t*h I done up'd it, on n***as who raised me He can get clicked on, thinkin' he wavy (Dummy) And I can't name a n***a who chased me (Who chase me?) And I can't name a n***a who chased me (Like) Toting on .30's, Berettas, no safety (No safety) And I'm quick to up score like McGrady (B*t*h, I'm the Trend, but I'm ballin' for JB) Throw shots from quick recognition Mask on, 'cause of facial recognition You know I've been to the bookings Back then, I was terrorizing Brooklyn Nowadays, a couple racks for the booking Bet you can't name it, then it got took'n Right now, I got big names looking Almost there, I got like, half a foot in Keep a .45 on me, I ain't fighting Back then, I was terrorizing Dyckman (Grrah) All I do is get high, and dodge indictments (Grrah) I don't fight, but the bullets hit like Tyson (Grrah) They must've not got the memo (Memo) We ain't runnin' outta ammo (Ammo) We in the field like the gang wearin' camo (Camo) We movin' milli, like Tony Soprano
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