[Intro: TG Flockaa, Glvck]
Graah-graah, boom (Graah)
Gang, gang-gang-gang
Is this Glvck?
Like what? I'm fuckin' back, bitch
Like what?
Gang, gang, gang-gang-gang
Ayo Blick, what's crackin'?
Know a lot of n***as want me dead
Never lack, keep one in the head
OGK, y’all heard what I said
When I hop out the V y'all n***as better fled
Lotti, dead, he got poked up
Stupid n***a should’ve had his pole tucked
You can ask I can say I give no fucks
How you gon' catch me n***a? I don’t post up
[Verse 1: TG Flockaa]
Know a lot of n***as want me dead
Never lack, keep one in the head
OGK, y’all heard what I said
When I hop out the V them n***as better fled
Notti, dead, he got poked up
Stupid n***a should’ve had his pole tucked
You can ask, I can say I give no fucks
How you gon' catch me n***a?, I don’t post up
Free Kay Flock, this shit never over
How you jackin’ bro not comin’ home?
Matter of fact we was just on the phone
Smokin’ on Dubski while spinnin’ through Doe
N***as be talkin’ but never be doing shit
On the net always talkin’ some stupid shit
And the gun, it came with a coolin’ kit
I see an opp and Imma get to boomin’ shit
[Verse 2: TG Flockaa]
Yeah I’m back in the towns it’s lit
Why I’m hearin’ n***as on my dick
I see an opp, I bet I get 'em hit
.40 gon’ hit em, make em do a flip
Ayo Blick, I got the whip
You got the wheel then I’m lettin’ it flip
Hang out the window, they runnin’ like Rick
And these are the same n***as suckin’ my dick like
DGunna you know you a bitch
Who [?] knock out when you was in my crib
Opp spotter, shit lit
Totin’ a knocka, can’t slip
Still free Flocka, been lit
The king of the Bronx be home next year like
Lot of n***as is livin’ in fear but I stay with my knocka I’m always prepared
[Verse 3: TG Flockaa]
Dead opps, in the air
This shit so loud I can’t even hear
Who that? Right there?
That’s the opps and I’m lettin’ it flare
On the island I was livin’ great
Always walkin’ up and down the tier
Lost bro, shed a tear
Now their mans dead, I don’t even care
Like get back gang shit easy
GBG baby I don’t do the sleazy
Everyday gotta walk wit’ my gleezy
I know everything, ain’t no nothin’ can teach me
Like get back gang shit easy
GBG baby I don’t do the sleazy
Everyday gotta walk wit’ my gleezy
I know everything, ain’t no nothin’ can teach me
[Chorus: TG Flockaa]
Who you touch? What you did?
Oh, you say that you smokin’ on Nick?
Me too, but you was not smokin’ JayRip
C.I.P Naz he was on that shit
[Verse 4: TG Flockaa]
Mel Glizzy, get off dick
You can’t even rap, why you say that shit?
Talkin’ on JB now that n***a hit
Whatever you jack, that shit to my dick
Mel Glizzy, get off dick
You can’t even rap, why you say that shit?
Talkin’ on JB now that n***a hit
Whatever you jack, that shit to my dick
Like what?
[Chorus: TG Flockaa]
Who you touch? What you did?
Oh, you say that you smokin’ on Nick?
Me too, but you was not smokin’ JayRip
C.I.P Naz, he was on that shit
[Verse 5: Cito Blick]
Fuck the opps
I don’t care if you’re outside cos I’m still gonna post on my block
With the knock, smokin’ Rah
High as a kite, feel like I’m in the sky
Slidin’ wit’ Chase and I kno’ he gon ride
He was dead on arrival, know he couldn’t survive
Flocking for Mezzy, no discussion
Sippin’ real drink, I started wit’ the 'tussin
Half of y’all lil n***as never did nothin'
Pop me a perky, she love how I buss it
She like Blickem, “I’m cumming”
So you know I ain’t stoppin’ for nothin'
Die eight, OYK, spinnin’ through, smokin’ on Rah Rah and Cane
Woo he a rat and he still jackin’ gang
And he fly on G5, all y'all n***as insane
[Verse 6: Cito Blick]
Ayo Flash, suck my dick
And you said I better have my blick
Next time y’all n***as try spin through my strip, make sure you’re aiming and not shootin’ at kids
Blick gon blick em, leave him on his back
Free Flock, he put us on the map
Rollin’ up Lotti with Mexi or Matt
Fuck all y’all n***as, we got the best packs
Smokin’ Von Floxks, smoking Lu Blixk
5th to the Sev gang, don’t get your boo hit
Talkin’ on Mezzy you catching a full clip
[?] you know we get [?]
[Chorus: TG Flockaa]
Who you touch? What you did?
Oh, you say that you smokin’ on Nick?
Me too, but you was not smokin’ JayRip
C.I.P Naz, he was on that shit
[Outro: TG Flockaa]
Grrah
Grrah, grahh, boom
Every opp shot
Suck my dick (Like what)
Gang, gang, gang
We gon’ slide through the eight and we makin’ it rain, like
Gang (Graah, graah)
And I’m smokin’ on Rah and I mixed it wit’ Cane
