Pop out the car, I shoot my chop
I don't understand these brand new opps
Make that call, I close down shop
North to the West, we got it on lock
Drill in designer like Kay Flock
I love you bae, like my Glock
You my heart, you my rock
You my sun, you my star
'Nother shootout through the night, damn (Thanks, Yakree)
I could've lost my life, damn
Thank God I shot Bite
Just sent JB a kite
She love my stolen rentals
She laid up with a killers
On A Block with them members
I got her smokin' filters
She knowin' I be with the set
Deep in that pussy, it's wet
Scammin', I run up a check
Finessin', she gave me a jwet
I'm speedin', I hope I don't wreck
She kissin' the cyst on my neck
I'm kissin' her all on her neck
She say I'm a killer, I say that's a bet
Bought her designer, that's my lil' Barbie
She love my watch, she rockin' my Carti'
Just hit the club, get shit rockin'
Sis from the bricks, she know I'm poppin'
Back to the block, just me and the guys
She bought me a Glock, she know she a vibe
Call up Duke, he gon' slide
Know how many mamas we made cry?
Know how many niggas that done died?
Know how many niggas we done shot?
Know how many niggas we done killed?
All these niggas wanna be opps
All these niggas really be cops
Fresh off a drill, back to the block
Deep in the water, she know how we rock
Chop got a fifty, it come with a stock
Drippin' designer, I'm rockin' Dior
Scream, "Go deep," I give her some more
Said she love to be with the 6 'cause she know we uppin' the score
Opps be broke, opps be poor
Pray to Yahweh, thankin' the Lord
'Member we was broke, slide in the Ford
Now we hop out of the Double-R doors
Standin' on business inside a suit
She actin' crazy, I give her the boot
'Member was broke, now I got loot
She on the ground, keep that shit cute
Stop all that whinin', girl, stop lyin'
Hit from the back, she lovin' my diamonds
Youngest in charge, she know that I'm shinin'
I was outside shootin' shit for Zion
I was outside shootin' shit for Casey
If I die, my block won't make it
Playin' with voodoo, shoutout my Haitian
I don't mean to drive you crazy
Since then back, my money got bigger
I got famous, shit got little
Mama askin' me to change
But ma, I be with the killers
Ma, I be with the hitters
Ma, your son a cold blood driller
Pittsburgh, I'm a stealer
AV6, ain't nobody realer
Ayy, she ride with me in the splat
She know Lil 6 be catchin' them hats
She screamin' out, "Meechie," I hit from the back
She like real niggas, don't f*ck with no rats
She know that I'm rich, she know I got racks
I'd give my last to free crack
I'd give my last to be last
And we still turnin' f*ck niggas to packs
And we still turnin' f*ck niggas to Za
Send a hundred shots all out of the car
He tried to run, ain't make it far
I pop a Perc', she pop a bar
She gettin' drunk, loose off that Remy
Ridin' through Houston lookin' at the city
She ask me why, I did it for Bibby
I'll lose it all standin' on business
Standin' on business, bitch
Feel me
Foolio - Kay Flock Lyrics
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English
Pop out the car, I shoot my chop
I don't understand these brand new opps
Make that call, I close down shop
North to the West, we got it on lock
Drill in designer like Kay Flock
I love you bae, like my Glock
You my heart, you my rock
You my sun, you my star
'Nother shootout through the night, damn (Thanks, Yakree)
I could've lost my life, damn
Thank God I shot Bite
Just sent JB a kite
She love my stolen rentals
She laid up with a killers
On A Block with them members
I got her smokin' filters
She knowin' I be with the set
Deep in that pussy, it's wet
Scammin', I run up a check
Finessin', she gave me a jwet
I'm speedin', I hope I don't wreck
She kissin' the cyst on my neck
I'm kissin' her all on her neck
She say I'm a killer, I say that's a bet
Bought her designer, that's my lil' Barbie
She love my watch, she rockin' my Carti'
Just hit the club, get shit rockin'
Sis from the bricks, she know I'm poppin'
Back to the block, just me and the guys
She bought me a Glock, she know she a vibe
Call up Duke, he gon' slide
Know how many mamas we made cry?
Know how many niggas that done died?
Know how many niggas we done shot?
Know how many niggas we done killed?
All these niggas wanna be opps
All these niggas really be cops
Fresh off a drill, back to the block
Deep in the water, she know how we rock
Chop got a fifty, it come with a stock
Drippin' designer, I'm rockin' Dior
Scream, "Go deep," I give her some more
Said she love to be with the 6 'cause she know we uppin' the score
Opps be broke, opps be poor
Pray to Yahweh, thankin' the Lord
'Member we was broke, slide in the Ford
Now we hop out of the Double-R doors
Standin' on business inside a suit
She actin' crazy, I give her the boot
'Member was broke, now I got loot
She on the ground, keep that shit cute
Stop all that whinin', girl, stop lyin'
Hit from the back, she lovin' my diamonds
Youngest in charge, she know that I'm shinin'
I was outside shootin' shit for Zion
I was outside shootin' shit for Casey
If I die, my block won't make it
Playin' with voodoo, shoutout my Haitian
I don't mean to drive you crazy
Since then back, my money got bigger
I got famous, shit got little
Mama askin' me to change
But ma, I be with the killers
Ma, I be with the hitters
Ma, your son a cold blood driller
Pittsburgh, I'm a stealer
AV6, ain't nobody realer
Ayy, she ride with me in the splat
She know Lil 6 be catchin' them hats
She screamin' out, "Meechie," I hit from the back
She like real niggas, don't f*ck with no rats
She know that I'm rich, she know I got racks
I'd give my last to free crack
I'd give my last to be last
And we still turnin' f*ck niggas to packs
And we still turnin' f*ck niggas to Za
Send a hundred shots all out of the car
He tried to run, ain't make it far
I pop a Perc', she pop a bar
She gettin' drunk, loose off that Remy
Ridin' through Houston lookin' at the city
She ask me why, I did it for Bibby
I'll lose it all standin' on business
Standin' on business, bitch
Feel me
I don't understand these brand new opps
Make that call, I close down shop
North to the West, we got it on lock
Drill in designer like Kay Flock
I love you bae, like my Glock
You my heart, you my rock
You my sun, you my star
'Nother shootout through the night, damn (Thanks, Yakree)
I could've lost my life, damn
Thank God I shot Bite
Just sent JB a kite
She love my stolen rentals
She laid up with a killers
On A Block with them members
I got her smokin' filters
She knowin' I be with the set
Deep in that pussy, it's wet
Scammin', I run up a check
Finessin', she gave me a jwet
I'm speedin', I hope I don't wreck
She kissin' the cyst on my neck
I'm kissin' her all on her neck
She say I'm a killer, I say that's a bet
Bought her designer, that's my lil' Barbie
She love my watch, she rockin' my Carti'
Just hit the club, get shit rockin'
Sis from the bricks, she know I'm poppin'
Back to the block, just me and the guys
She bought me a Glock, she know she a vibe
Call up Duke, he gon' slide
Know how many mamas we made cry?
Know how many niggas that done died?
Know how many niggas we done shot?
Know how many niggas we done killed?
All these niggas wanna be opps
All these niggas really be cops
Fresh off a drill, back to the block
Deep in the water, she know how we rock
Chop got a fifty, it come with a stock
Drippin' designer, I'm rockin' Dior
Scream, "Go deep," I give her some more
Said she love to be with the 6 'cause she know we uppin' the score
Opps be broke, opps be poor
Pray to Yahweh, thankin' the Lord
'Member we was broke, slide in the Ford
Now we hop out of the Double-R doors
Standin' on business inside a suit
She actin' crazy, I give her the boot
'Member was broke, now I got loot
She on the ground, keep that shit cute
Stop all that whinin', girl, stop lyin'
Hit from the back, she lovin' my diamonds
Youngest in charge, she know that I'm shinin'
I was outside shootin' shit for Zion
I was outside shootin' shit for Casey
If I die, my block won't make it
Playin' with voodoo, shoutout my Haitian
I don't mean to drive you crazy
Since then back, my money got bigger
I got famous, shit got little
Mama askin' me to change
But ma, I be with the killers
Ma, I be with the hitters
Ma, your son a cold blood driller
Pittsburgh, I'm a stealer
AV6, ain't nobody realer
Ayy, she ride with me in the splat
She know Lil 6 be catchin' them hats
She screamin' out, "Meechie," I hit from the back
She like real niggas, don't f*ck with no rats
She know that I'm rich, she know I got racks
I'd give my last to free crack
I'd give my last to be last
And we still turnin' f*ck niggas to packs
And we still turnin' f*ck niggas to Za
Send a hundred shots all out of the car
He tried to run, ain't make it far
I pop a Perc', she pop a bar
She gettin' drunk, loose off that Remy
Ridin' through Houston lookin' at the city
She ask me why, I did it for Bibby
I'll lose it all standin' on business
Standin' on business, bitch
Feel me
Writer: Charles Jones
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Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC