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letra de what you on - kay flock

what you on lyrics
[intro: kay flock & ac zoe]
glo made that beat?
700, doa, be the move, like
grrah-grrah, grrah-grrah, huh, like
grrah-grrah, grrah-grrah
what? like, like

[verse 1: ac zoe]
hop out the v and we screamin’ out, “who that?”
we tryna see who gon’ toss out the whip
i’m tryna walk up, shoot that .40 with beams and the sticks, better pray that i miss
screamin’ out [?] he restin’ in p-ss
angel a b-tch, told his mom, “suck a d-ck”
knocker on the side and it came with a kick
f-ck all the opps, we gon’ empty the bl!ck, gang
walk up shootin’, they ain’t never gon miss
they know my body, i walk with a limp
gotta walk with a chop’, them n-ggas tryna spin
two hoes in the spot tryna whine on a d-ck
if a n-gga move funny, sh-lls beating his ribs
keep me a whеlly they know that it’s lit
i’m on the telly, big dopе out the zip
chevy and teji, we do all the tricks, like, gang
my n-ggas walk up, f-ck all the chattin’, tell minky to off ’em
he really wit’ it, just tell brodie just spark em’
spinnin’ on rah, that boy in a coffin
like wait, n-ggas is f-gs, they know the line, i ain’t ever gon ‘cap
big .40 on me, no kick, gon’ clap
and it’s all to the sev, lotta n-ggas be mad
had to keep it a buck, dougie b wildlin’, he ain lettin’ up
i’ma keep cl!ckin’ ’til he in a blunt
fetty my brother, for bro, you get touched and they know what’s up
beam on the glizzy, is ya k!ller gon’ bust?
bendin’ the youngin’s, these hoes gon’ bust
f-ck all the chattin’, tell n-ggas link up, cause i ain’t gon’ tuss’
[verse 2: kay flock]
n-ggas ain’t tough to be actin’ on phones
let’s link up and let’s see what you on
when i’m angry, i’m spinnin’ alone
talk on blay and this .30 get drawn
they say, “kay, you be buggin’, like, brodie what’s wrong?”
i don’t know, i just get in my zone
i start cl!ckin’ ’til this sh-t is gone
most of my opps bunny hop to my songs
i sit back ’cause this sh-t is funny to me
they see me, start runnin’ from me
they be cappin’ like they did somethin’ to me
but, they ain’t do nothin’ to me
like what y’all did to me?
got a .40, what’s up? no artillery
doa be the move and i shoot with no sympathy
n-ggas see me and switch up they energy, p-ssy

[verse 3: b lovee]
when i pop out, they change up their energy
like, they know the .40, it stick to me
don’t got the gun, he get beat out of his misery
he keep dissin’, but he ain’t do sh-t to me
say he boomin’, i guess that how he missin’ me
ask him, “how many shots they be sendin’ me?”
that boy ain’t a threat, he a kid to me, like
they know that sh-t stick to me
pour four, and i get in that zone
catch a opp, he ain’t makin’ it home
opp thot shakin’ ass to my songs
n-ggas goofy, we can’t get along
.30 on me, clip is very long
run up on me, now he in a song
gave her henny, now she [?] thongs
f-ck the opps, tryna’ see where they at
bro in the back with the beam on his tec
lil’ opp thot, she go deep with the neck
ain’t no way he could go with the beam on the neck
go take the [?] off his neck
if he don’t give it up, give him heat from the tec
throw it up, coe be the set
like, you know the vibes, coe to the death

- kay flock

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