Haha, yo, free Kay, man
Let's see the opps hotbox, man
(A Lau on the beat)
Keke, DOA
The f-, n-, 94K (grrah), OGzK, OYK (grrah)
Haha, free my son Deuce (grrah)
Free the Blammas (grrah, grrah), Free us, it's f- up out
Hahaha
DOA, we gon' turn this s- up (ah)
Patty and 'Migos, streets turnt the f- up
Other side goofies, they some chumps (they some chumps)
.40 kickin' like Bruce Lee, when I dump (like Bruce Lee)
Baba line who, b-? You dumb
Try to line me, I'm dyin' with you and my g- (with you and my g-)
Grrah, try to line me, I'm dyin' with you and my g- (grrah, grrah, grrah)
I can't lack for a b- that be on me
This .30 got hollows for him and his homies
Had to walk on both feet, couldn't get us a stogie
Went to shoot at the opps with my doley
I was stuck in the streets, I was startin' to get lonely
N- talking that s- like they know me
I done been through the storm, they can't fold me
All the opps, I'm out, tryna clone me
Man, whatever it is, let it be that
Catch 'em leavin' his crib, he won't be back
Brodie gon' pop out the cut, he won't see that
S- get real, it's not fake so don't think that
F- a day shift, my goons pop out at dark, tryna slay s-
Off the Patty and 'Migos, she ain't actin' basic
Free Kay Flock, I can't wait 'til that day hit
DOA, we gon' turn this s- up (turn this s- up)
Patty and 'Migos, streets turnt the f- up (turnt the f- up)
Other side goofies, they some chumps (boy, they what?)
.40 kickin' like Bruce Lee, when I dump (grrah, grrah, grrah)
Baba line who, b-? You dumb (Grrah)
Try to line me, I'm dyin' with you and my g- (with you and my g-)
Grrah, try to line me, I'm dyin' with you and my g- (grrah, grrah, grrah)
You keep jackin' the gang, is you ready to slide or die? (grrah)
Pour your pride aside
No time for mines, the guys forever gon' ride
I don't got a reason to lie
R.I.P JayRip, been fiendin' to say this
He told me, like, "Dougie, these n- ain't right"
Turnt the Y, went to Wocky when I don't know why
Just a kid with a burner, no reason to lie
And don't you get caught with that n- when not throwin' shots
Like, no, no weaving and bobbin'
Like, "No, I can't go, I'm keeping my chop'"
So stop, just run up, go get you some guap
You popped in hot
At any age, you gettin' flocked
Like, every opp, they gettin' shot
Like, "Dougie B, they gon' remember me"
Miss all the memories
Tell 'em, "Free Flock" (grrah)
DOA, we gon' turn this s- up (let's turn this s- up)
Patty and 'Migos, streets turnt the f- up (turnt the f- up)
Other side goofies, they some chumps (boy, they what?)
.40 kickin' like Bruce Lee, when I dump (grrah, grrah, grrah)
Baba line who, b-? You dumb (grrah)
Try to line me, I'm dyin' with you and my g-(with you and my g-)
Grrah, try to line me, I'm dyin' with you and my g- (grrah, grrah, grrah)
Free Flocka
