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letra de tactical* - kay flock

[intro: kay flock]
grah grah
grah grah grah
huh, shooters with me
movin’ iffy, he tried to run then we boom the sitchy

[verse 1: kay flock]
shooters blast
speed up like [?] know that i won’t crash
shooters focused on defense can’t move off task
my shooters shoot first ain’t no shooting last
we pull up in face we don’t need no mask
and lil nazzy pull up get up on yo ass
this .40 we got, got a major blast
[?] he got whacked by a f-cking f-g
he get left like [?] we don’t do cabs
you my brother i got it don’t gotta ask
when i hop out the v they be movin’ fast
and before i could up it he zoom like flash
[?] he gon’ do the dash, movin’ fast
when we bend through thе front, they bend through the back
got somе demons with me they be movin’ tact
when i step up on court they be tryna act
back them down in the post like my name was shaq
i been trappin’ so hard [?] had to trap
they said i be buggin’ need to relax
(i been trappin so hard [?] had to trap)
(if he said i been buggin’ need to relax)
(if he said i been-)
grah, grah, suck my d-ck (look)
[verse 2: kay flock and sha ek]
he gon’ need a doctor
my shooters don’t care bout no shot spotters
we just scored a goal like we playing soccer
reverse, do it twice, then we do the cha cha
[?] he gon’ tote the sh-t movin’ proper
ain’t no one on’s with [?] cause we gon hop her
if her mans feel a way we gon back out choppa
put the knocks to his back like i’m evil dollar
he tried to push me i push him back
he threw a punch but i had the strap
rest in p-ss to the opps ain’t no comin back
kay kay yeah that’s my brother i got his back
f-ck all the rap and go get the strap
i ain’t die and y’all n-ggas just chillin
they jackin [?] that n-gga a rat
my n-ggas dumpin better watch your back
they got the sh-t that gon put it to bed
they got the sh-t that gon put it to bed
i love my n-ggas for them i’ma clap
i love my n-ggas for them i’ma clap
he tried to push me i push him back
he threw a punch but i had the strap
rest in p-ss to the opps ain’t no comin back
kay kay yeah that’s my brother i got his back
[outro: kay flock]
shooters blast
speed up like [?] know that i won’t crash
shooters focused on defense can’t move off task
my shooters shoot first ain’t no shooting last
we pull up in face we don’t need no mask
and lil nazzy pull up get up on yo ass
this .40 we got, got a major blast
[?] he got whacked by a f-cking f-g
he get left like [?] we don’t do cabs
you my brother i got it don’t gotta ask
when i hop out the v they be movin’ fast
and before i could up it he zoom like flash
[?] he gon’ do the dash, movin’ fast

- kay flock

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