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Kay Flock - Everything K Lyrics
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[ Featuring TG Crippy, Kenzo Balla ]

Baow, baow, baow
Gang

Nigga, suck my dick
None of y'all niggas did shit
I gotta pull up on y'all with my grips
Since ya'll niggas talkin' like ya'll got hits like
And I'm back on that bullshit
Niggas on court, but don't got no Bull kicks
I've been outside since a lil' kid
Beatin' niggas, wish a nigga would spin
We the niggas spinnin' every block
Spot a Vato then he gettin' flocked
You a oota but you never shot
Keep it real you ain't gotta lie
Better be the oota when my niggas slide
'Cause them bullets finna multiply
Ain't no tellin' who about to die
Ain't no tellin' who about to like
Now the oota's arrive (we arrive)
Who ready to die? (Who ready to die?)
I told you that we was gon' slide
What y'all thought we was lyin'? (Y'all thought we was lyin'?)
Never
Man y'all niggas is jokes
Y'all don't want no smoke

Hop out two shots right at a what? (At a what?)
Never at a Loc (never)
Always keep a pole (always)
Niggas know we on go
You say that you Gen 5, kinda low
I f*ck with the Jects who really be on go
I'm seein' a lot of niggas gettin' poked
Niggas really jokes
I'm seein' a lot of niggas gettin' smoked
They laid in the pavement, discovered with they toe, look
And I'm tired of these diss tracks, your mans died you ain't get back

The only thing you did was sit back in the crib layin' with your bitch pack
Y'all been losin' nigga y'all ain't get back
Suckin' JB dick, better sit back
Big OTD, all my Diamonds is with that
Free Oso, can't wait 'til he get back

Like when we dump, it get tragic
Bro bend through the opps tryna clap 'em
Kenzy up the laser let's see their reaction
They know TG always get it clappin'
Kay Kay keep on dumpin' he not tryna pass it
Free the bros all my niggas spazzin'
I'm a flock nigga, f*ck what you jackin'
On bro see an O I'ma pack him
How y'all mentionin' bro, y'all just makin' ya'll casket
Lv that's a K, we don't jack it
If I see Lil' Matt them I might just go clap him, stab him
Nigga f*ck all the rappin'
I got knock bells, I got a new grip
And this 30 clip long like a pool stick

These niggas be cappin' they know that we shoot shit
Any Gs talk on bro I'ma boom 'em
Ballin' like JB, I'ma hop out snooze him
I send three now that nigga not movin'
On the BDs niggas know the movement
EOS, DOA, we get into it
Kay like Kenzo what's that (what's that? Like)
I said nigga a pack
Step in the spot with the trendys and MACs
This shit can get lit if he throw up the hat

You ain't aim for the deuce, to go spin, to go flock though
You was to busy duckin' your taco
And it's free Wes, shoutout Hunnid and Dot though
They was fiendin' to catch them a Vato
And I told bro to spin up on the opps though
Like I ain't just get booked for the chop though
But look, don't make it hot though
First I'm leanin', Park he gettin' shot though
I told bro ain't no Y up in my O
'Cause Lil' Barker tryna let off five go, like
And we lookin' for Paco
I told Kay Kay to knock of his taco, like

And it sit on my hip, but TG came with the mop though, like
Niggas better not slip, catch an O and I'm lettin' a shot go, like
Nigga Delly got hit, LG pussy lil' nigga got popped though, like
Niggas stay suckin' dick, and I better not catch me a Vato, like
And lil' Nesty a bitch, runnin' Rick 'cause I stay throwin' shots at him, like
I'ma hit my lil' bitch, and I bet she gon' give me the drop on him, like (grrah, grrah, grrah)
And where ever I spin, if they with him they gettin' shot with him, like (baow, baow, baow)
And where ever I spin, if they with him they gettin' shot with him, like (baow, baow, baow)

(Gang, gang)
(Gang, gang)
(Baow, baow, baow)
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Baow, baow, baow
Gang

Nigga, suck my dick
None of y'all niggas did shit
I gotta pull up on y'all with my grips
Since ya'll niggas talkin' like ya'll got hits like
And I'm back on that bullshit
Niggas on court, but don't got no Bull kicks
I've been outside since a lil' kid
Beatin' niggas, wish a nigga would spin
We the niggas spinnin' every block
Spot a Vato then he gettin' flocked
You a oota but you never shot
Keep it real you ain't gotta lie
Better be the oota when my niggas slide
'Cause them bullets finna multiply
Ain't no tellin' who about to die
Ain't no tellin' who about to like
Now the oota's arrive (we arrive)
Who ready to die? (Who ready to die?)
I told you that we was gon' slide
What y'all thought we was lyin'? (Y'all thought we was lyin'?)
Never
Man y'all niggas is jokes
Y'all don't want no smoke

Hop out two shots right at a what? (At a what?)
Never at a Loc (never)
Always keep a pole (always)
Niggas know we on go
You say that you Gen 5, kinda low
I f*ck with the Jects who really be on go
I'm seein' a lot of niggas gettin' poked
Niggas really jokes
I'm seein' a lot of niggas gettin' smoked
They laid in the pavement, discovered with they toe, look
And I'm tired of these diss tracks, your mans died you ain't get back

The only thing you did was sit back in the crib layin' with your bitch pack
Y'all been losin' nigga y'all ain't get back
Suckin' JB dick, better sit back
Big OTD, all my Diamonds is with that
Free Oso, can't wait 'til he get back

Like when we dump, it get tragic
Bro bend through the opps tryna clap 'em
Kenzy up the laser let's see their reaction
They know TG always get it clappin'
Kay Kay keep on dumpin' he not tryna pass it
Free the bros all my niggas spazzin'
I'm a flock nigga, f*ck what you jackin'
On bro see an O I'ma pack him
How y'all mentionin' bro, y'all just makin' ya'll casket
Lv that's a K, we don't jack it
If I see Lil' Matt them I might just go clap him, stab him
Nigga f*ck all the rappin'
I got knock bells, I got a new grip
And this 30 clip long like a pool stick

These niggas be cappin' they know that we shoot shit
Any Gs talk on bro I'ma boom 'em
Ballin' like JB, I'ma hop out snooze him
I send three now that nigga not movin'
On the BDs niggas know the movement
EOS, DOA, we get into it
Kay like Kenzo what's that (what's that? Like)
I said nigga a pack
Step in the spot with the trendys and MACs
This shit can get lit if he throw up the hat

You ain't aim for the deuce, to go spin, to go flock though
You was to busy duckin' your taco
And it's free Wes, shoutout Hunnid and Dot though
They was fiendin' to catch them a Vato
And I told bro to spin up on the opps though
Like I ain't just get booked for the chop though
But look, don't make it hot though
First I'm leanin', Park he gettin' shot though
I told bro ain't no Y up in my O
'Cause Lil' Barker tryna let off five go, like
And we lookin' for Paco
I told Kay Kay to knock of his taco, like

And it sit on my hip, but TG came with the mop though, like
Niggas better not slip, catch an O and I'm lettin' a shot go, like
Nigga Delly got hit, LG pussy lil' nigga got popped though, like
Niggas stay suckin' dick, and I better not catch me a Vato, like
And lil' Nesty a bitch, runnin' Rick 'cause I stay throwin' shots at him, like
I'ma hit my lil' bitch, and I bet she gon' give me the drop on him, like (grrah, grrah, grrah)
And where ever I spin, if they with him they gettin' shot with him, like (baow, baow, baow)
And where ever I spin, if they with him they gettin' shot with him, like (baow, baow, baow)

(Gang, gang)
(Gang, gang)
(Baow, baow, baow)
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Writer: Bennie Briggman, Jaylen Jackson, Kevin Perez, Michael Briggman, Treyvon Jackson
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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