[Intro: Oppy & B-Lovee]
Haha, yo, free Kay, man
Let's see the opps hotbox, man
(A Lau on the beat)
Keke, DOA
The fuck, nigga, 94K (Grrah), OGzK, OYK (Grrah)
Haha, free my son Deuce (Grrah)
Free the Blammas (Grrah, grrah), Free us, it's fucked up out
Hahaha
[Chorus: Kay Flock & B-Lovee]
DOA, we gon' turn this shit up (Ah)
Patty and 'Migos, streets turnt the fuck up
Other side goofies, they some chumps (They some chumps)
.40 kickin' like Bruce Lee, when I dump (Like Bruce Lee)
Baba line who, bitch? You dumb
Try to line me, I'm dyin' with you and my gun (With you and my gun)
Grrah, try to line me, I'm dyin' with you and my gun (Go, go, go)
[Verse 1: B-Lovee]
I can't lack for a bitch that be on me
This .30 got hollows for him and his homies
Had to walk on both feet, couldn't get us a stogie
Went to shoot at the opps with my doley
I was stuck in the streets, I was startin' to get lonely
Niggas talking that shit like they know me
I done been through the storm, they can't fold me
All the opps, I'm out, tryna clone me
Man, whatever it is, let it be that
Catch 'em leavin' his crib, he won't be back
Brodie gon' pop out the cut, he won't see that
Shit get real, it's not fake so don't think that
Fuck a day shift, my goons pop out at dark, tryna slay shit
Off the Patty and 'Migos, she ain't actin' basic
Free Kay Flock, I can't wait 'til that day hit
Haha, yo, free Kay, man
Let's see the opps hotbox, man
(A Lau on the beat)
Keke, DOA
The fuck, nigga, 94K (Grrah), OGzK, OYK (Grrah)
Haha, free my son Deuce (Grrah)
Free the Blammas (Grrah, grrah), Free us, it's fucked up out
Hahaha
[Chorus: Kay Flock & B-Lovee]
DOA, we gon' turn this shit up (Ah)
Patty and 'Migos, streets turnt the fuck up
Other side goofies, they some chumps (They some chumps)
.40 kickin' like Bruce Lee, when I dump (Like Bruce Lee)
Baba line who, bitch? You dumb
Try to line me, I'm dyin' with you and my gun (With you and my gun)
Grrah, try to line me, I'm dyin' with you and my gun (Go, go, go)
[Verse 1: B-Lovee]
I can't lack for a bitch that be on me
This .30 got hollows for him and his homies
Had to walk on both feet, couldn't get us a stogie
Went to shoot at the opps with my doley
I was stuck in the streets, I was startin' to get lonely
Niggas talking that shit like they know me
I done been through the storm, they can't fold me
All the opps, I'm out, tryna clone me
Man, whatever it is, let it be that
Catch 'em leavin' his crib, he won't be back
Brodie gon' pop out the cut, he won't see that
Shit get real, it's not fake so don't think that
Fuck a day shift, my goons pop out at dark, tryna slay shit
Off the Patty and 'Migos, she ain't actin' basic
Free Kay Flock, I can't wait 'til that day hit
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