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kay flock – slide 2.0 lyrics

[intro: kay flock]
i’m tryna slide in a stoley
let him run, i’ma get wit’ his brodie
don’t need a show, i can do this sh+t doley
f+ck if i’m rich, i’ma still take his rolly
r.i.p naz, yeah i blaze for the crodey
he get got, he get k!lled what he owe me
he get shot, give a f+ck what he told me
shoot like i’m curry, yeah, i know they can’t hold me
grrah, grrah
grrah+grrah, grrah+grrah
[verse 1: kay flock]
xd wit’ a stick, attached to the beam, so i know i won’t miss
let him run, he get left like he rick
bullets burn him, watch him twitch
f+ck a cab, he got left in a lyft, how y’all all linkin’ up for a hit?
and the dub’s to the t’z to my d+ck
i’m tryna spin through, and hang out thе whip
tryna hit a goofy in his sh+t
one got hit in his back and he tripped and thе other one almost went out like a b+tch
i was praying the dumb n+gga slipped

[chorus: kay flock]
i’m tryna slide in a stoley
let him run, i’ma get wit’ his brodie
don’t need a show, i can do this sh+t doley
f+ck if i’m rich, i’ma still take his rolly
r.i.p naz, yeah, i blaze for the crodey
he get got, he get k!lled what he owe me
he get shot, give a f+ck what he told me
shoot like i’m curry, yeah, i know they can’t hold me
grrah, grrah, grrah+grrah, grrah+grrah

[verse 2: king von]
i am what i am, what i’m not, see, i’d never be (nah)
n+ggas woofin’ up until we meet (bow)
catch him lackin’, put him on tv (bow, bow)
and if i should die (ayy), i’m boostin’ the murder rate (i am)
my n+ggas gon’ slide every day (we are)
he been talkin’ that sh+t, i can’t wait (dj on the beat so it’s a banger)
i am what i am (i am), what i’m not, see, i’d never be (nah)
n+ggas woofin’ up until we meet (bow)
catch him lackin’, put him on tv (bow, bow, bow)
and if i should die (bow), i’m boostin’ the murder rate (i am)
my n+ggas gon’ slide every day (slide, slide)
he been talkin’ that sh+t, i can’t wait (grrt)
[verse 3: dougie b]
i’m too raw, ain’t no f+ckin’ with me
dougie double the b, double hunnids on me, i don’t know why
like old n+ggas be comin’ at me ’cause these b+tches on me, no, i don’t wanna beef
but n+ggas know we ain’t duckin’ no heat
but keep f+ckin’ with me, you get put up with shh
pop a pill more, than four when i geek
and when i pour a four, i need more, i don’t dream
never sober or sore off a e, too tweaked
too different me when i’m off a bean
thought i was just buggin’, she f+ck with the opps and me
real wife in my boxer briefs
she tryna leave, she ask me, “is you down to leave?”
my dumbass was bound to see
f+ck it, don’t matter, ain’t no in+betweens
got fiends for the scene tryna stamp ’em a p
just look in my eyes, feel the rage when i speak
they gon’ only respect when you stay on bt
tell ’em, “free kay”, nba put his song on tv (put his song on tv)
disrespect me when them demons in me
i can’t walk up no more, angels talkin’ to me
we still doin’ ’em sleeze everythin’ be mb
new block

[verse 4: kay flock]
if i don’t got my gun, knuckle up
most of the time i got pole ’cause it’s up
and they way i tote, don’t get touched
boomin’ for blay, and jb, b+tch i’m clutch, like
when you catch kay flock, he gon’ boom
dougz is goin’ with who?
doug’ throw 5, i throw 10 back at you, like
i’m mr. go+coo+with+the+deuce
p+p+ssy got flocked, and his hat actin’ loose
when i see him, i’m tightenin’ them screws
and whoever you with, you get shot with your boo
i still make the news wit’ a million views
if i don’t got my gun, knuckle up
most of the time i got pole ’cause it’s up
and they way i tote, don’t get touched
boomin’ for blay, and jb, b+tch i’m clutch, like
when you catch kay flock, he gon’ boom
dougz is goin’ with who?
doug’ throw 5, i throw 10 back at you, like
i’m mr. go+coo+with+the+deuce
p+p+ssy got flocked, and his hat actin’ loose
when i see him, i’m tightenin’ them screws
and whoever you with, you get shot with your boo
i still make the news wit’ a million views
[chorus: kay flock]
i’m tryna slide in a stoley
let him run, i’ma get wit’ his brodie
don’t need a show, i can do this sh+t doley
f+ck if i’m rich, i’ma still take his rolly
r.i.p naz, yeah, i blaze for the crodey
he get got, he get k!lled what he owe me
he get shot, give a f+ck what he told me
shoot like i’m curry, yeah, i know they can’t hold me
grrah, grrah, grrah+grrah, grrah+grrah
xd wit’ a stick, attached to the beam, so i know i won’t miss
let him run, he get left like he rick
bullets burn him, watch him twitch
f+ck a cab, he got left in a lyft, how y’all all linkin’ up for a hit?
and the dub’s to the t’z to my d+ck
i’m tryna spin through, and hang out the whip
tryna hit a goofy in his sh+t
one got hit in his back and he tripped and the other one almost went out like a b+tch

- kay flock lyrics

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