Opp Spotter Kay Flock & B-Lovee
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[Intro: Kay Flock]
Grrah, grrah, boom
It's LilC4
Oh, yeah, turn that up, huh?
Grrt
[Chorus: Kay Flock]
Hollows, they hit him and rip through his neck (Pussy)
Give a fuck if he had on a vest
Spin on my set, on that shit, you get left (Dummy)
Bitch, I'm shootin' 'til it's nothin' left
.40 so loud, shit got me feelin' deaf
Niggas be broke and upset
I don't wanna fuck, bitch, I just want the neck (Māthā, māthā)
Bitch, I just want the neck
[Verse 1: Kay Flock]
When I spin, it's a highlight
Bitch, fuck a fight night, I be quick to back out my pipe
She can't tote, she not my type
Shootin' off of eyesight, the way I bend blocks, like (Like, like)
Niggas got me on hots, like
Don't bunny hop, you get shot on the spot, like (Grrt)
DooWop, bitch, he a demon, shootin' 'til he see the cops (Grrah, grrah, boom)
Bitch, I shout, we just start squeezin'
Gotta shoot him, can't get shot (Get him)
Bitch, I pop out, get to creepin', when it's cold, I make it hot (Grrt)
Is you gon' ride in a hurry?
Stay with a stick, I ain't tryna get buried
My blicky jammed, he was lucky, caught him in traffic, why he tryna duck me? (Dummy)
Pussy boy, he tried to bluff me, back out the blick before he could even rush me (Pussy)
Pour me some Ac', don't touch me
It can get physical when I'm off of the muddy
All red bitch, I feel extra Bloody
Call up my 'Rips, yeah, those are my cuzzies
You a baby, nigga, pull up your Huggies
Thirsty one night, no she cannot love me
Grrah, grrah, boom
It's LilC4
Oh, yeah, turn that up, huh?
Grrt
[Chorus: Kay Flock]
Hollows, they hit him and rip through his neck (Pussy)
Give a fuck if he had on a vest
Spin on my set, on that shit, you get left (Dummy)
Bitch, I'm shootin' 'til it's nothin' left
.40 so loud, shit got me feelin' deaf
Niggas be broke and upset
I don't wanna fuck, bitch, I just want the neck (Māthā, māthā)
Bitch, I just want the neck
[Verse 1: Kay Flock]
When I spin, it's a highlight
Bitch, fuck a fight night, I be quick to back out my pipe
She can't tote, she not my type
Shootin' off of eyesight, the way I bend blocks, like (Like, like)
Niggas got me on hots, like
Don't bunny hop, you get shot on the spot, like (Grrt)
DooWop, bitch, he a demon, shootin' 'til he see the cops (Grrah, grrah, boom)
Bitch, I shout, we just start squeezin'
Gotta shoot him, can't get shot (Get him)
Bitch, I pop out, get to creepin', when it's cold, I make it hot (Grrt)
Is you gon' ride in a hurry?
Stay with a stick, I ain't tryna get buried
My blicky jammed, he was lucky, caught him in traffic, why he tryna duck me? (Dummy)
Pussy boy, he tried to bluff me, back out the blick before he could even rush me (Pussy)
Pour me some Ac', don't touch me
It can get physical when I'm off of the muddy
All red bitch, I feel extra Bloody
Call up my 'Rips, yeah, those are my cuzzies
You a baby, nigga, pull up your Huggies
Thirsty one night, no she cannot love me
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