[Intro: Kay Flock]
(24 is the G.O.A.T.)
(Kischon)
Like, like

[Verse 1: Kay Flock & Dougie B]
Pistol bullets, they makin' 'em hop
Don't wanna box, bullets makin' 'em drop (Every opp shot)
Like, EBK, DOAs in the spot
If he movin' slimey, we wipin' his snot (Slime, slime)
Pop a yellow, I beat up the box
She spot a Flock, now she greetin' the block
Ain't no switchin', I swear, it's no other
Kay-Kay Jackie, I'm movin' like Tucker
Baddie she shakin', no, I cannot love her (Shake that shit)
Fell in love with her, I'm shootin' it under
Notti gon' flock 'em, he don't need a number (Like)
Think they buggin' but we goin' dumbеr (Grrah-grrah)

[Verse 2: Kay Flock]
Oh, she givin' them n***as the drop?
It's timе to line him, we linkin' or not? (Like)
Think we fuckin' but she gettin' shot
B-Bullets is punchin', they knockin' her box
I call Gotti for Addys and thots
Scotty 2 Hotty, he clearin' the spot
We get muddy, we don't do CÎROC
Shawty, she limpin' off the patty bop
I'm the Flocka promotin' the violence
Rappin' and slidin', I don't do the hidin'
[Verse 3: TG Crippy]
DOA here, let me know if you slidin'
Why you cappin'? Why you lyin'?
I'ma shoot if n***as got me boxed in
.40 on me, ain't no time for no boxin'
Gotta be careful 'cause n***as be watchin'
Get out the hood, you ain't got a option
Fuck a choice, that's a must
All my opps broke, they ain't gettin' no gust
DOA winnin', runnin' it up
Opps mad, 'cause them n***as ain't fuckin' wit' us, like
DOA in the spot and we stickin' it up
Every opp gettin' shot 'cause we don't give a fuck
Ready to blitz, where the opps at?
If I pass it to Kay, he gon' flock that
N***as dissin', never got back
I wanna know when y'all n***as wan' stop that
Get me a knocker, you won't get your knock back
You not the type of n***a that's gon' flock that
Ayo, Flock, they pussy
Ayo, Dougie, they rookies
Kenzo on sight, dare a n***a book me
I be crippin' like a n***a tookie
Don't you push me, if a opp in the spot
Then I'm breakin' him up like a cookie
Been on that shit, give a fuck what you heard
I get paid like the first, second and the third
Jackin' fours, we doin' you dirt'
See the fifth, she liftin' her skirt
I'm on SixSev', where the Perc's?
Bend through the eight and I'm goin' berserk
I got nine in the clip, one in the head
Ten bullets leave 'em hurt
I don't care what you did 'cause we did it first
Bend through the Well, I'm makin' a shirt
Now they askin', "Why somebody hurt?"
Talk on bro, now you dead in the dirt
Rappin' and drillin', we do this for real
I can get n***as popped like a pill
In the field, it get real, bald head kid, look like lil' bill
Spinnin' them blocks and takin' them deals
Now that n***a smokin' and poppin' them pills
Totin' Sally, you a liar
Bad lil' bitch name, "Whitney," fire
Still got it, she ain't never expire
Ready, set, go, fire
Now everything dead, suck my dick, I don't care what you said
And I know you mad, you got hit in ya' head
And you never got back, need to go take a rest
N***as pussy, on the set
If I want you dead, I'm aimin' for heads
This knock gon' rock 'em, put 'em to bed
Ya' opps in the box, take it to the head
Lot of n***as want me dead
For a bag, go get you some bread
These n***as be hatin' on some shit that I had
And that's how I know these n***as never had
I got off my ass and got me a bag
Mommy ain't buy me none of this shit
I was on the road, countin' chips
I ain't broke, I ain't rich
No nine to five in this bitch
Got thirty rounds in this clip
Call up Kenzo, I'm ready to blitz
Slide on the opps, I pray I don't miss, grrah
Don't run, don't fall, don't trip, don't slip
I'ma hop out the car, throwin' like six
He jackin' OY, I'ma do him like Mitch
I'ma flock, won't stop 'til I see a n***a body drop
[Outro: Oppy & TG Crippy]
Oppy, ya' man in the spot
He throw up a O, then we wipin' his snot (Boom)