Letra de Brotherly Love (Pt. 2) - Kay Flock

(Feat. Dougie B, B-Lovee)

Haha, yo, free Kay, man

Let's see the opps hotbox, man

(A Lau on the beat)

Keke, DOA

The fuck, nigga, 94K (Grrah), OGzK, OYK (Grrah)

Haha, free my son Deuce (Grrah)

Free the Blammas (Grrah, grrah), Free us, it's fucked up out

Hahaha

DOA, we gon' turn this shit up (Ah)

Patty and 'Migos, streets turnt the fuck up

Other side goofies, they some chumps (They some chumps)

.40 kickin' like Bruce Lee, when I dump (Like Bruce Lee)

Baba line who, bitch? You dumb

Try to line me, I'm dyin' with you and my gun (With you and my gun)

Grrah, try to line me, I'm dyin' with you and my gun (Go, go, go)

I can't lack for a bitch 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

Niggas talking that shit 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

Shit get real, it's not fake so don't think that

Fuck a day shift, my goons pop out at dark, tryna slay shit

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 shit up (Turn this shit up)

Patty and 'Migos, streets turnt the fuck up (Turnt the fuck up)

Other side goofies, they some chumps (Boy, they what?)

.40 kickin' like Bruce Lee, when I dump (Grrah, grrah, grrah)

Baba line who, bitch? You dumb (Grrah)

Try to line me, I'm dyin' with you and my gun (With you and my gun)

Grrah, try to line me, I'm dyin' with you and my gun (Go, go, go)

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 niggas 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 nigga 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 shit up (Let's turn this shit up)

Patty and 'Migos, streets turnt the fuck up (Turnt the fuck up)

Other side goofies, they some chumps (Boy, they what?)

.40 kickin' like Bruce Lee, when I dump (Grrah, grrah, grrah)

Baba line who, bitch? You dumb (Grrah)

Try to line me, I'm dyin' with you and my gun (With you and my gun)

Grrah, try to line me, I'm dyin' with you and my gun (Go, go, go)

Free Flocka

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