Kay Flock - FTO (22 Blixky Freestyle Remix) lyrics

(Glah, Glah, Glah)
(Gang with me, Flockas with me)
(The Goons with me, got the ray with me)
(Look)
(Glah, Glah, Glah)

Pussy boy why you bluffing?
I don't want to talk no I ain't for discussion look (nope)
Try to run we gon' dust him
Treat him like Skelly
Lil' nigga I plucked him look (stupidd)
Oh he said it was lit when I woke up at six at the locker, I punched him (dummy)
We been bending with sticks, choppa' I let it rip so So flocked at his muffin' (glrttt)
Tell them spin through the ray and the flockas outside, no we not for the rumbling (glah, glah)
Wan Billy the oota he shoot em' he hit him, then he get the dumping (skrt, skrt)
If he back out his pole don't blow
That's his ass, my adrenaline pumping (stupidd)
Brodie told me just chill cuz I'm still up on papers, told him keep on dumping (clicka)
Two flocks two chops, hop out on they block bet they get the running (runining)
He gon' trip on his lace he gon' fall on his face, bet that boy kept on stumbling (glah, glah, boom)
And y'all niggas be capping It happened when I spinned, but y'all niggas started running (don't run)
When we spin through the Ts, if I don't got the gun throw him right in the Hudson (look)
I been tryna just chill, and I been with the steel but these niggas be buggin'
EDay said he was SevK, he on the Sev oh he thinks thats Kay Flock? (no he not, no he not)
Nigga get off my block Eday you a rat you was walking with cops (dummy)
EK just hopped out the OJ, hit em' if he bunny hop
Gang gang gon' spin through both ways, bitch we bitchin' niggas blocks
Gang on the search tryna beat em', they didn't know that he was shot (stupid)
Dougz pop out get the squeezing, tryna get him but got (glah, glah, boom)
And y'all rapping about chains that we took, like if niggas didn't know our bop
AMilly you folk gang, took your pole like you ain't get shot (pussy)
And my slimes on that shit pull up, let it rip pussy they wipe your snot
Free JoWatts bitch he be buggin' they had to put him the box
(Free JoWatts bitch he be buggin' they had to put him the box)
And he said that we kids though, when we pop out bitch I keep a stick though (bitch)
.40 buggin' it's a blitz tote when this shit spark it look like a disco
Got a beam so how can I miss though?
Back out some shit that can knock down a hippo (glah, glah, boom)
Get low limbo, shoot till' my ribs blow
Free Mr. Empty Extendos

(Glrtttt Gang, Gang, Gang nigga)
(Suck my dick)
(Free the guys till' I see the guys nigga, R.I.P the guys, if you speak on the guys, you gon' meet the guys nigga)
(Stupid)
(Suck my dick)