Flocka’s K

[Intro]
Mixed By Daveo
Grah, grah
Yo turn me up
Grah, grah
Word to bro
Ayo Wise, where you at?
Like, flock, flock
Like—
I was tryna blow
They all ran track
Word to bro, nigga
Skee

[Verse 1: Naz GPG]
I was tryna blow up, but they all ran track
Like, how many opps got tagged? (Grah, grah)
Neaky, that nigga fell on his ass (Neaky)
Weldon, that nigga fell on his back (Weldon)
I'ma demon, just watch how I black
Jay Hound, he go kuu with the strap
Dot just hit a nigga with the skap
5ive threw and he ain’t threw back

[Verse 2: Jay5ive]
Like, I'm tryna tell them I really get active
I score a pole with the pole like a basket
It's gettin’ lit in the field, better keep you a ratchet (Skee, skee)
And I don't wanna see you clappin' static
Off a 30 and a wock got me bussin'
Pop a pill, my adrenlin' rushin' (Grah, grah)
Auntie keep callin my phone, say I'm buggin'
PTSD, I done threw at my cousin (Like)
She a Mitch she ran through, she ain’t swept through (Ahh, ahh)
AhiiK was the goon of the devil
You wanna see how I get with this revel?
And the niggas y’all praised it got hit with like several
I'm tryin’ to bend through that block, make it hot
Cali, he tried to run, ain't have his pass
Opp thot throw it back, she start callin' me "Daddy"
Oh, he smokin' on bro? So we smokin’ on Ratty
Like, he better stay out the mix
Panicked, we tryna do 'em like Wick
Shot of venom [?] done threw on that fit
You knew what I did when he threw up his fists

[Verse 3: Sdot Go]
He can't bluff me, better clap em'
D's on my bop, niggas keep tryna grab
Ran up, he ain't know that I had it
[?] just droppin' don't know how it happened
Put the dot on his head like Aladdin
Bro gettin' mad cause I ain't tryna pass it
Like, that's on bro I get active
Ty Boogz tried to run and I stabbed em'
Like, I can't wait till I clap em'
Don't throw on no kids, but I throw at a factor
Push up on me, don't play, I just pack em'

[Verse 4: Sk Rollaxk]
I go kuu on that field
Like, always on first so I don't need a shield
Spin in that V, brodie oot at the wheel
Like, you wanna feel metal and steel?
We don't knocka, we go for the kill
On the bike, take a trip to the Hill

[Verse 5: Jay Hound]
Bro got a 30, no need to reload
Get out the way, like, watch me throw
Bro had hit 'em, gotta give 'em hope
I done threw at a— (Grah, grah)
I ain't even know
I was tryna get with 'em, like, bullets start cuttin' like Clippers (Uh—huh)
I done went kuu, I ain't care 'bout a witness
I started flockin', I let off my pistol (Grah, grah)
Bend through the O, yeah, ain't no issue (Ain't no issue)
Like, bro got the re if I miss you (Grah, grah)
Smokin' on Rip, think it fuck with my mental (Grah)
Flock out the—, pass it off like a rental, like