TCardi ft. Justo B & Lil Skrap 1090 de Kay Flock

(M2K)
Grrt, baow, baow, baow
Grrt, gang, gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang
If we spinnin', we hittin' whoever you with, like, soon as I boom, better dip

Got a new Glock, I extended the clip, like, beam on this chop', I won't miss

Told Dougie, "I'm fiendin', bro, ain't no assist"

Told Kay-Kay, "Don't worry, I'ma do the hit"

Nigga, Dougie my brother, I'm takin' that risk, like

Fuck it, let's go take a trip

Yo, Dougz, you spin, I spin, you throw five, I throw ten

We spinnin' around like we did it again, like, fuck it, we up at his friend

Like, bitch, I'm MB, Kay Flock throw up the Trend

Two flocks, two chop's we gon' hop out again

Like fuck that, walk up on his friend, like, huh, we gon', like

Why the fuck niggas smoke with my opps, like, thеy do not rap what they live

He triеd to run but I clicked on his mans, like, hold on, I really rap what I did

Notti gon' flock, he don't need rubber bands, like, what you think he gon' do for the cig?

Hollows start spittin', shit hit through his drip like, don't get caught up in traffic again

On parole with a chop', still movin' too hot like, and they like, "Kay done clicked it again"

On parole with a chop' still movin' too hot like, like, like

I ain't no killer don't push me, just gotta get back, if he die, then it's fuck it, look

AC just spot 'em, he got 'em, he don't want no problems so who really buggin', look

Bitches be thinkin' they hot, backin' out Henny and bitches be pop

Gotti call thotty, we gettin' the drop

If it's up then it's stuck, leave it up at the top

When you runnin' to me, bitch it's shoot or get shot

I got too many opps, we got too many chop's

Bitch, I shoot double hands and I'm clearin' the block

If they send me the addy, walk up, let it flock

La-di-da-di, I don't wanna party

Like 'em ratchet, I don't want a Barbie

Need a baddie who party like Cardi

Is you ready to ride in a heartbeat?

Smoochie, no cuffin', just eat me, I'm sorry

Jack the opps, you get put in a Marley

Me and Kay two deep, no assist

One thot, two chop's, two flocks for the hit, look

And you know I gotta shoot two hands (Grrt)

You get hit with this heat and you catchin' a tan

Get low from the scene and then we get at his mans

We hop out the V and then hop back in the van (Where you going?)

Put the shmoney on him and get shmurda if we can't get to him (Shmurda)

Knocks in my pockets, I walk with a limp

Bro called tryna score but he done off the rims

He lookin at me like I know where my hands on the grip, look

He make a wrong move and I lift him, like

If my mans don't get hype, Sha pop out the cut he gon' blitz him

Took a pic and that boy did the same shit, I pop out and you know who I came with (Y'all know)

Your mans died, nigga, go and slide, he just posting pictures while it's rainin' (Pussy)

Red dot to his face tryna off him, how they kids wanna slide cause I'm tossin' (Grrt)

I know they mad and they picture me dead, but I picture they big homie walkin'

I been ninety before I was one, we ain't spin, push the back to the front

They see us broke, then I aim and they run, spin again if bro miss 'till he touched

Red beam, how the fuck can I miss? (How the fuck can I miss?)

I extended my clip, like, huh (Haha)

And yeah I heard the diss (I heard the diss), talkin' all this gun shit with no hits, like

He got shot and took it on a hop, 25 to the LV, I get hit, like

He came home and had a kid with two thots, I see him, I'm throwin' and kickin' his kid, like

Gun smoke, we want all that (All that, all that)

Yeah, that's them in the V, know I'm on that

Justo, wait to shoot I'm like, "Fall back"

Fuck that, grrt-da-baow now he off that, look

Hit you up then go look for who sent you

Bloody face, ski mask when I bend through, look

See a crowd Brodie back out the knock

I'm aimin' for you and whoever you next to, like