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letra de everybody k - kay flock

[intro: trav b]
(subway)
(ya know the f-cking vibes stop tryna be a n-gga man)
(free all the f-cking guys out the can, n-ggas know the f-cking vibes)
(bow, bow, bow)
(trav b)
(gang, gang, gang)

[verse 1: trav b]
n-ggas be hoes
never caught up with my bros
see a opp hit em’ up and get low
still not sh-t
164 to my d-ck, see an opp get sticked, get lit
lotti got poked
[?] tried to run, got smoked
listen lil’ n-gga take notes
sh-t no joke
watch how the crib went broke once n-ggas found out– got smoked
woo in the air, ygk don’t care
more dead gs in the air
n-ggas be weird
cuffing these b-tches we share, die 4s i’m just making it clear
been on a loot
day day fеll off a roof, sha gz ran on woo
could’ve been you
most these n-ggas been foo, lil’ boys can’t do what i do
n-ggas bе ass, tmac cried on the first day on the rock did bad
still free west, kdub got hit, got left
sev4 ain’t get back yet
been on that block, sha still in the rock
first n-gga move wock get shot, n-gga don’t play
heavy on the everything k, lil’ bros be ooting broad day
[verse 2: tg crippy]
n-gga suck my d-ck
none of y’all n-ggas did sh-t
i gotta pull up on y’all with my grips, since yall n-ggas talking like yall got hits like
and i’m back on that bullsh-t
n-ggas on court, but don’t got no bull kicks
i’ve been outside since a lil’ kid
beating n-ggas, wish a n-gga would spin
we the n-ggas spinnin’ every block
spot a vato then he gettin’ flocked
you a oota but you never shot
keep it real you ain’t gotta lie
better be the oota when my n-ggas slide
cuz them bullets finna multiply
ain’t no telling who about to die
ain’t no telling who about to— like
now the oota’s arrive (we arrive)
who ready to die? (who ready to die?)
i told you that we was gonna slide
what y’all thought we was lying? (y’all thought we was lying?)
never
man y’all n-ggas is jokes
y’all don’t want no smoke
hop out two shots right at a what? (at a what?)
never at a loc (never)
always keep a pole (alwaysss)
n-ggas know we on go
you say that you ject 5, kinda low
i f-ck with the jects who really be on go
i’m seeing a lot of n-ggas gettin’ poked
n-ggas really jokes
i’m seeing a lot of n-ggas gettin’ smoked
they laid in the pavement, discovered with they toe look
and i’m tired of these disstracks, your mans died you ain’t get back
the only thing you did was sit back in the crib laying with your b-tch pack
y’all been losing n-gga y’all ain’t get back
suckin’ jb d-ck better sit back, big ogk, oh my god i’m just with that
free oso can’t wait till’ he get back
[verse 3: kenzo balla & kay flock]
better dump when we dump, it get tragic
bro bend through the opps tryna clap them
kenzy up the laser lets see their reaction
they know tg always get it clappin’
kay kay keep on dumpin’ he not tryna pass it
free the bros all my n-ggas spazzin’
i’m a flock n-gga, f-ck what you jackin’
on bro see an o ima pack him
how y’all mentioning bro, y’all just making yall casket
lv that’s a k, we don’t jack it
if i see lil’ matt them i might just go clap him, stab him
n-gga f-ck all the rapping
i got knock bells, i got a new grip
and this 30 clip long like a pool stick
these n-ggas be capping they know that we shoot sh-t
any gs that’s on bro ima boom em
balling like jb ima hop out snooze him
i send three now that n-gga not moving
on the bds n-ggas know the movement
eos doa we get into it
kay like kenzo what’s that (what’s that)
i said n-gga a pack
step in the spot with the trendys and makks
this sh-t can get real if he throw up the hat
[verse 4: kay flock and kenzo balla]
you ain’t aim for the deuce, to go spin, to go flock though
you was to busy ducking your taco
and its free wes shoutout hunnid and [?]
they was fiendin’ to catch them a vato
and i told bro to spin up on the opps though
like i ain’t just get booked for the chop though
don’t make it hot though
for [?] park he getting shot though
i told bro ain’t no y up in my o
cuz lil’ barker tryna let off five go like
and we looking for paco, i told kay kay to knock of his taco like

[outro: kay flock, tg crippy, trav b]
and it sit on my hip, but tg came with the mop though like
n-ggas better not slip, catch an o and i’m letting a shot go like
n-gga delly got hit, lg p-ssy lil’ n-gga got popped though like
n-ggas stay sucking d-ck, and i better not catch me a vato like
and lil nesty a b-tch, running rick cause i stay throwing shots at him like
ima hit my lil’ b-tch, and i bet she gon’ give me the drop on him like
and ek he a b-tch, he got shot and took it on a hop with him like
and where ever i spin, if they with him they getting shot with him like
(bow, bow, bow)
(gang, gang)
(gang, gang)
(bow, bow, bow)

- kay flock

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