Evil Twins (Remix)

[Intro: Kay Flock]
(Glo made that beat?)
Grrah-grrah, like (Haha)
Grrah-grrah, like (Shomii on the beat, you already know how we rockin', man)

[Chorus: Kay Flock]
I'ma step
He keep runnin' 'til he outta breath
I kept clickin' 'til I'm goin' deaf
Oldheads get boomed too, who next?
Smokin' on who? That's a ticket to death
Try to reach, he get fled with the TEC
Get Back Gang, not Sit Back Gang
Like, Big DOA, we don't settle for less
If I shoot at his māthā, he do bachata
Shoot at his weave 'cause he had on a vest
I'm a demon on demon time, I already peeped
And you know I ain't slidin' if thе scene ain't a mess (Grrah-Grrah)

[Verse 1: Nas EBK]
Look, and you know that I'm blitzin'
Three trеnds hop out, you know that we hittin', look
They like, "Nas, you trippin'"
Me and JO hop out, we shoot, Scottie Pippen, look
And you know I ain't lackin'
I'm a 58, and you know that I'm trappin'
Hollows they hit him, they leave him to fractions
I'm taking risk and I'm getting the back ends
Niggas fake, when I see 'em, letting off 7
DOA, now he on Channel 11
Can't go, see my choppa, it poke through the coat
I see an opp and I'm ready to blow
Leave a nigga right there in the snow

[Verse 2: Jo Bandz]
Spinning in fashion, came through clappin'
Last nigga was put in a casket
Kick that nigga, we gon' spliff that nigga
Stupid lil' nigga, should've never been lackin'
Get the .45, yeah, I always move tact'
One wrong move, that's hollows in your back
Try to run up, you get turned to a pack
Fuck all the opps, they died just like Matt
Like, like, fuck all the opps, died just like Matt
I start ballin' like I'm KD
Send shots if they crazy
I'm on the field like a Young Brady
Throwin' shots if they try to play me
Bend that block, never get lazy
Two twin Glocks, they Stacy
Nigga, flockin' Stacy 'til my hands bleed
Like, damn, nigga tried to play me, like

[Chours: Kay Flock]
I'ma step
He keep runnin' 'til he outta breath
I kept clickin' 'til I'm goin' deaf
Oldheads get boomed too, who next?
Smokin' on who? That's a ticket to death
Try to reach, he get fled with the TEC
Get Back Gang, not Sit Back Gang
Like, Big DOA, we don't settle for less
If I shoot at his māthā, he do bachata
Shoot at his weave 'cause he had on a vest
I'm a demon on demon time, I already peeped
And you know I ain't slidin' if the scene ain't a mess (Grrah-Grrah)

[Verse 3: Dougie B]
No crazy
I'ma GBG, baby, can never let a nigga play me
Y'all diss, we spin, they pay me
Doin' it daily, movin' with Stacy, no shady
And y'all niggas be buggin', like y'all don't know who really crazy
Hop out, hop in, buggin' wit' KD
Blacked out, bugged out, bitch, I'm D-Grady
Niggas out here switchin' for them bands, yeah, I understand nigga, you a man
You understand when I pop out wit' twin, we fiendin' to sin, Ion understand
"Oh, you signed for half my advance?"
"That's your plan?" I'm like, "Damn"
Pop a Xan, then I do a dance
I pop a 10, runnin' through them bands No crazy
I'ma GBG, baby, can never let a nigga play me
Y'all diss, we spin, they pay me
Doin' it daily, movin' with Stacy, no shady
And y'all niggas be buggin', like y'all don't know who really crazy
Hop out, hop in, buggin' wit' KD
Blacked out, bugged out, bitch, I'm D-Grady

[Chours: Kay Flock]
I'ma step
He keep runnin' 'til he outta breath
I kept clickin' 'til I'm goin' deaf
Oldheads get boomed too, who next?
Smokin' on who? That's a ticket to death
Try to reach, he get fled with the TEC
Get Back Gang, not Sit Back Gang
Like, Big DOA, we don't settle for less
If I shoot at his māthā, he do bachata
Shoot at his weave 'cause he had on a vest
I'm a demon on demon time, I already peeped
And you know I ain't slidin' if the scene ain't a mess (Grrah-Grrah)

[Verse 4: Set Da Trend & Kay Flock]
'Bout that action, I ain't duckin' smoke
If it's a problem with me, let me know
Niggas dissin', I ain't with the dissin'
I'll slide through, leave ya mama missin'
Glock got a dick, watch it get to pissin'
Straight head test, we ain't with the missin'
Body bag him up, now, he with the fishes (Now he with the fishes, Grrah Grrah)
.23 shots if he think he a soldier
Bitch tryna' kick it like we in a doja
Don't wanna talk when we bend ya shit over
I'm in the spot, first nigga movin' if he get shot
Brand new Glock, let's get to the testin'
I wanna know who block y'all bendin'?
Mex got hit, y'all ain't learn y'all lesson?
They like, "Set Da Trend, you reckless"
We got chops, them clips extended
How y'all upping the score when y'all dying?
Said the Dummy a nigga supplying
Say I got hit by a bus, then you lyin'
Dummy got put in a pack, he ain't flyin'
7 I send, ‘bout to set a trend
.45 shots, bitch, I got a vendetta
I'ma keep clickin' 'til he on a stretcher
How you got shot and took it on a hop?
Catch a bunny, put him in a box
Oh, he jackin' OY? Then he gettin' shot
Speakin' on JB, is you ready to die?
T-Roy get to flockin', aimin' for your mind
I thought Paco was ripped, but he was droppin' dimes
Yagi B the demon, you ain't touchin' mine
You ain't touchin' mine

[Chours: Kay Flock]
I'ma step
He keep runnin' 'til he outta breath
I kept clickin' 'til I'm goin' deaf
Oldheads get boomed too, who next?
Smokin' on who? That's a ticket to death
Try to reach, he get fled with the TEC
Get Back Gang, not Sit Back Gang
Like, Big DOA, we don't settle for less
If I shoot at his māthā, he do bachata
Shoot at his weave 'cause he had on a vest
I'm a demon on demon time, I already peeped
And you know I ain't slidin' if the scene ain't a mess (Grrah-Grrah)