[intro:Bdot Goon, Sugarhill Keem, CKay]
Elvis
(My baby, my valentine, yeah
Girl, na you dey make my temperature dey rise
If you leave me, I go die, I swear
You are like the oxygen I need to survive
I'll be honest
Your loving dey totori me
I am so obsessed
I want to chop your nkwobi)
Mixed by Ernesto LP bitch
Ask when we ducked you and your mans
Up the chop and I pray I won't jam
Grrah, grrah, grrah (Die 4's)
Die 4's (Gang, gang, gang), look
(How many times you want me to say this? Muddy)

[Chorus:SugarHill Keem]
Oh, you jackin' the Flocks? Okay, you shot (Grrah-grrah, everybody shot)
Lil' bitch, I was beatin' ya' box
And that n***a a dick, n***a died wit' his knocks (Look)
Move, look, everybody shot (Damn)
And free OY Teddy, brodie got the spot
When you see KayKay, shoot him out his socks
We throw up the O, we don't throw up the Flocks (Grrah-grrah-grrah, look)
[Verse 1:SugarHill Keem]
Opp thot lookin', she want me to beat (Look)
That's a thot and she doin' the team
You tryna line me, bitch, you dyin' with me (Grrah-grrah)
He say, she say, they both gettin' hit (Grrah)
I see Keisha, put dick in the bitch (On bro)
Why you mad 'cause she playin' my shit?
Not gon' lie, yeah, I'm really smooth (Like, look)
I put the gun right in my bitch boot, like (Grrah-grrah)
D's on my dick, they don't know where to move (Like, look)
I love my n***as, yeah, they love me too (Like)
It's too oppy, I stay wit' the move (Grrah, grrah, look)
You gotta move tact', while you in the room (Look)
And I almost got booked with my move (Grrah)
She like, "Move, I like you MoveLook, and you tough"
I said, "Baby, come here, smoke a blunt"

[Chorus:SugarHill Keem]
Oh, you jackin' the Flocks? Okay, you shot (Grrah)
Lil' bitch, I was beatin' ya box
And that n***a a dick, n***a died with his knocks (Grrah, graah, boom)
Move, look, everybody shot
And free OY Teddy, brodie got the spot, like
When you see KayKay, shoot him out his socks
We throw up the O, we don't throw up the Flocks (Grrah, grrah, like, look)
Oh, you jackin' the Flocks? Okay, you shot (Glaah)
Lil' bitch, I was beatin' ya' box
And that n***a a dick, n***a died wit' his knocks
Move, look, everybody shot
And free OY Teddy, brodie got the spot, like
When you see KayKay, shoot him out his socks
We throw up the O, we don't throw up the Flocks (Grrah, smokin' all deads, like, damn)
[Verse 2:Bdot Goon]
Brodie want me pass the pole like he CP
Up the knocks, bullets coming in 3D
I been buggin', big bro say he need me
Punching on faces, just make it look easy
Better chill, I get even, slide through that block, we gon' shoot every season
That's a fact, no cap, bullets start flying put wings on his back
Rule number one, I can't go out like Matt
He got stabbed and wet by a fag
Matt Sav, he couldn't run track
The n***a that jumped me is dead in this pack (Gaddy)
Rah Rah got left in the cab
Talking on bro but your mans is a rat
Smoking on Dummy, he fell on his back
Had no gas, his jet had to crash

[Chorus:SugarHill Keem]
Oh, you jackin' the Flocks? Okay, you shot (Grrah)
Lil' bitch, I was beatin' ya box
And that n***a a dick, n***a died with his knocks (Grrah, graah, boom)
Move, look, everybody shot
And free OY Teddy, brodie got the spot, like
When you see KayKay, shoot him out his socks
We throw up the O, we don't throw up the Flocks (Grrah, grrah, like, look)
Oh, you jackin' the Flocks? Okay, you shot (Glaah)
Lil' bitch, I was beatin' ya' box
And that n***a a dick, n***a died wit' his knocks
Move, look, everybody shot
And free OY Teddy, brodie got the spot, like
When you see KayKay, shoot him out his socks
We throw up the O, we don't throw up the Flocks (Grrah, smokin' all deads, like, damn)
[Outro:CKay]
Tu-tu-tu, tu-tu-tu-tu-tu
Tu-tu-tu-tu, tu-tu-tu-tu-tu