Kay Flock - FTO lyrics

Ghosty grrah, grrah, grrah
Gang with me, Flockas with me
The goons with me, got the Rey with me, look
Grrah, grrah, grrah

Pussy boy, why you bluffin'? 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 (Stupid)
Oh, he said it was lit, when I
Woke up at six at the lockout, i punched him
(Dummy)
We be bendin' wit' sticks, choppa'
I let it rip, sosa flocked at his muffin'
(Grrt) told 'em spin through the Rey
And the Flockas outside
No we not for the rumblin' (Grrah, grrah)
Wan Billy the ooter, he shoot
'em, he hit him, then he get the duckin'
(Skrrt, skrrt) if he back out his pole, it
Don't blow, that's his ass
My adrenalinе pumpin' (Stupid)
Brodie told me, "Just chill, 'cause
I'm still up on papеrs"
Told him he get to dumpin' (Grrta)
Two Flocks, two chops, hop out on they block
Bet they get to runnin' (Runnin')
He gon' trip on his lace, he
Gon' fall on his face
Bet that boy kept on stumblin'
(Grrah-grrah, boom)
And y'all niggas be cappin', ain't
Happen, when I spin
Bet y'all niggas start runnin'
(Don't run)
When we spin through the T's, if
I don't got the gun
Throw him right in the Hudson (Look)
I been tryna just chill and
Not bend with the steel
But these niggas be buggin'
Edai said he was SevK, he on the Sev, oh
He thinks that's Kay Flock?
(No he not, no he not)
Nigga, get off my block, Edai 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 his heels tryna beat 'em
They didn't know that he was shot (Stupid)
Dougz pop out, get to squeezin'
Tryna get him, but, he got
(Grrah-grrah, 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
Lucky you ain't get shot (Pussy)
And my slimes on that shit, pull
Up, let it rip, pussy, they wipe your snot
Free Jo Watts, bitch
He be buggin' they had to put him in a box
(Free Jo Watts, bitch, he be buggin'
They had to put him in a box)
And he said that we kids though
When we pop out, bitch
I keep a stick though (Bitch)
40 bark like some Bristo
When this shit spark
This shit look like a disco got a beam
So how can I miss though? Packin' some
Shit that'll knock down a hippo
(Grrah-grrah, boom)
Get low, limbo, shoot 'til my wrist broke
Free Mr empty Extendos

Grrt, gang, gang, gang, nigga suck my dick
Free the guys 'till I see the guys nigga
RIP the guys, disrespect the guys, you
Gon' meet the guys, nigga
Stupid, suck my dick