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letra de outta luck - kay flock

[chorus: kay flock]
many n-ggas, they know i perform
the whole city, they know i put on
.30s and beams when the choppas get drawn
said he like that, let’s see what he on
oh he tough? got a beam on the glock, can’t duck (on the glock, can’t duck)
outta luck, n-gga ran on his b-tch, got bluff (b-tch, got bluff)

[verse 1: kay flock]
moving wock’ with the chop’
dirty stick on me, i don’t wanna box
let off shots, watch ’em bop
hollows, they dance, they runnin’, won’t stop
i get muddy, i don’t do ciroc
need a baddie like cardi to shake up the spot
i get muddy, i don’t do ciroc
need a baddie like cardi to shake up the spot
i get muddy, i don’t do ciroc
need a baddie like cardi to shake up the spot
slide from both sides, we gon’ wrap this sh-t up likе a bowtie
don’t fold ’cause i know i’ma blow mine
my gun camе with a safety, i broke mine (think i broke mine)
[chorus: kay flock & big30]
many n-ggas, they know i perform
the whole city, they know i put on
.30s and beams when the choppas get drawn (blrrd)
said he like that, let’s see what he on (big blrrd)
oh he tough? (huh?) got a beam on the glock, can’t duck (on the glock, can’t duck, blrrd, blrrd)
outta luck, n-gga ran on his b-tch, got bluff (b-tch, got bluff, blrrd, blrrd)

[verse 2: big30]
ayy, ayy
i slide in a h-llcat with a glock, baby
bad b-tch front seat, look like [?] fox (she bad)
on the block everybody got a chop’
[?] cops (ayy, ayy)
ayy, ayy we spinnin’ (spinnin’)
everybody tryna rob, everybody catch a body, everybody slang iron, we sinnin’
these n-ggas ain’t street, they ain’t sh-t like me
n-gga tell ’em how the f-ck we twinnin’ (twinnin’)
n-gga, f-ck new friend with the metal to their head ’cause they was down bad for women
and it been like this since the beginnin’ (on god)
and it been like this from the start (on god)
we slidin’, we switchin’ the stolen cars (stolen cars)
i’m so quick to hop out with semi, run down with the heaterm send shots to your heart (on god)
and most of these rappers n-gga b-tches, we catchin’ ’em slippin’ and shooting at stars (stars)
my grandma told me god forgive him when i wack a n-gga
draco pray to god
[chorus: kay flock & big30]
many n-ggas, they know i perform (they know that)
the whole city, they know i put on
.30s and beams when the choppas get drawn
said he like that, let’s see what he on
oh he tough? got a beam on the glock, can’t duck (on the glock, can’t duck)
outta luck, n-gga ran on his b-tch, got bluff (b-tch, got bluff)
many n-ggas, they know i perform
the whole city, they know i put on
.30s and beams when the choppas get drawn
said he like that, let’s see what he on
oh he tough? got a beam on the glock, can’t duck (on the glock, can’t duck)
outta luck, n-gga ran on his b-tch, got bluff (b-tch, got bluff)

- kay flock

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