khay b flockin – street talk (pt 2) lyrics
extended clip with some mac rounds, run up and get clapped down, if that young boy try to get up, you know we gon’ shoot ’em back down. got kush right in the v with me, he gon’ put y’all on a t for me, and i told ’em y’all was some stains, and you know my brother gonna agree with me
i feel like kurry k. clinton, he be shootin’ them 3s with me, got a glock 40 with a beam with me, couple bloods, couple gz with me, dellz pull up to the scene with me, 9 throwin’ at his bean with me, and free angel out the jam, he was letting bl!cks scream with me
all these whole bl!cks with extended clips, shots fire, y’all better dip, cause its straight stains when i let it rip, and head shots if y’all ever slip
got beef with the gang, that’s ya’ issue, bare bl!cks that’ll rip thru his tissue, dump 10, speed off in a rental, on his block, 30 shots, at his mental. the opps say they in the field, i’m like, ‘where they at?’, cause i be right there on the set with the biggest gat, i be on the rock-block, where the shooters at, i see a opp, on the gang he ain’t shootin’ back
that’s ya’ gang, i never heard of it, 850 right back when i murder this, got a bape and its zipped up, come thru and you know you gettin’ clipped up, they know me, i be gripped up, with an extendo, never slip up, give ’em shots from his lip up, see how he get down, let’s see if he get up, i ride around in that porsche truck, you know the floss gettin’ torched up, by that same k!ller that you heard about, and everyday they set them twirlers out
ughhhhh, homeboy really wifed that, whole gang ‘ready piped that in the crib where he spendin’ nights at, we spin a block since he like that, and if we miss, we spinnin’ right back, boom him and his hoes, put them dummies in a night-cap. he jackin’ nas, shoot his face now, if he wooin’ leave ’em faced down. smokin’ drizzy out the zip, roll up flock now its lit. he a opp to the gang then i’m on that, pull up, red flags, wearin’ all black, 50 tips, in the grip, give ’em all that, man down, man down, leave ’em all flat
srk on a different wave, foreign car, we be switchin’ lanes, hangin’ out and we catchin’ stains, throwin’ l’s, i’m the big lane, hollow tips when we put in pain, hollow tips, we be catchin’ stains, free the twirlers and free the lanes
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