Speed Racing Kay Flock & B-Lovee

[Intro: Kay Flock]
Like Goddamn, huh (Goddamn)
Like I dare a drilly pop up in the spot, like
Oh, he getting shot (Like)
I'll spin his block, like
(Run that up, Rico)

[Chorus: Kay Flock]
I dare a Drilly pop up in the spot, like (Bitch)
Oh, I make it hot
We spin with them Llama sticks, red dots
He got shot in his head, he died from a leg shot (Baby)
Gang tryna beat him, he already shot
Already sweeped him, brodie brought the mop
Brodie off a stick, purgin' on the opps
Brodie caught a hit swervin' on the cops
He tryna run, he speed racin', Beretta got a kick, spittin' 'til it land (Grrah-grrah-grrah, boom)
He tryna run, he speed racin', Beretta got a kick, shoot with double hands (Boom)
Bitch, I kеpt clickin' 'til that bitch jam
He tried to run, clicked up on his mans (Bitch)
Thеy some chumps, all 'em niggas ran (Pussy)
'Glizzy start to sprayin', wavin' like a fan (Grrah-grrah, boom)
(Run that up, Rico)

[Verse 1: Kay Flock]
Dougz B spinnin' off of Xan's
Spinnin' through the Lam, switchin' up the plan
Told bro, "Fuck it, we gon' bend through"
If we see the cops, they gon' stop us from flamin'
Told brodie, "Don't chase 'em, let that boy roll with the beam" I got accuracy, aimin' (I got him)
Hollows, they hit him and ripped through his neck, watch how that shit rearrange him