Brotherly Love (Pt. 2) Lyrics – Kay Flock
Singer: Kay Flock
Title: Brotherly Love (Pt. 2)
Haha, yo, free me, man
We see the opps, hop out, man
(A Lau on the beat)
Keke, DOA
The f#ck, n#gg#, 94K (Grrah), OGzK, OYK (Grrah)
Haha, free my son Deuce (Grrah)
Free the Blammas (Grrah, grrah), Free us, f#cked up
Hahaha
DOA, we gon’ turn this sh#t up (Ahh)
Patty and ‘Migos, she turnt the f#ck up
Other side goofies, they some chumps (They some chumps)
.40 kickin’ like Bruce Lee, when I dump (Don’t run)
Baba line who, b#tch? You dumb
Try to line me, I’m dyin’ wit’ you and my gun (With you and my gun)
Grrah, try to line me, I’m dyin’ wit’ you and my gun
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I can’t lack for a b#tch that be on me (That be on me)
This .30 got hollows for him and his homies
Had to walk on both feet, couldn’t get us a stoley
Went to shoot at the opps with my doley
I was stuck in the streets, I was starting to get lonely (Uh-huh)
n#gg#s talking that sh#t like they know me (Like they know me)
I done been through the storm, they can’t fold me (They can’t fold me)
All the opps on my dick, tryna clone me (On my dick)
Name whatever it is, let it be that (Let it be that)
Catch ’em leavin’ his crib, he won’t be back (Grrah)
Brodie gon’ pop out the cut, he won’t see that (He won’t see that)
sh#t get real, it’s not fake so don’t think that (So don’t think that)
f#ck a day shift (Uh-huh), my goons pop out at dark, tryna slay sh#t (Grrah, grrah)
Off the Patty and ‘Migos, she ain’t actin’ basic (Ahh)
DOA, we gon’ turn this sh#t up (Turn this sh#t up)
Patty and ‘Migos, she turnt the f#ck up (Turnt the f#ck up)
Other side goofies, they some chumps (They like what?)
.40 kickin’ like Bruce Lee, when I dump (Grrah-grrah-grrah) (Don’t run)
Baba line who, b#tch? You dumb (Ahh)
Try to line me, I’m dyin’ wit’ you and my gun (With you and my gun)
Grrah, try to line me, I’m dyin’ wit’ you and my gun
(Ahh)
You keep jackin’ the gang
Is you ready to slide or die?
Like, pour all your pride aside
No time for mines, the guys forever gon’ ride
I don’t got a reason to lie (Grrah-grrah)
R.I.P JayRipK, he fiendin’ to say this
He told me, like, “Dougie, these n#gg#s ain’t right”
Turnt the Y, I move wocky when I don’t know why
Just a kid wit’ the pole, ain’t no reason to lie
They caught you at court, that n#gg# went up, throwin’ shots
Like, no, ain’t no reason to bop
Like, no, I can’t go, I’m keeping my chop
Stop sliding with rulers, go and get you some guap
You park, you high
At any age, you gettin’ flocked
Like, every opp, they gettin’ shot
Like, Dougie B, they gon’ remember me (Grrah-grrah)
Miss all the memories
Tell ’em, “Free Flock” (Grrah-grrah)
DOA, we gon’ turn this sh#t up (Ahh) (Turn this sh#t up)
Patty and ‘Migos, she turnt the f#ck up (Like, what? Like, what?)
Other side goofies, they some chumps (They some chumps) (Don’t run)
.40 kickin’ like Bruce Lee, when I dump (Don’t run)
Baba line who, b#tch? You dumb
Try to line me, I’m dyin’ wit’ you and my gun (With you and my gun) (Don’t run, don’t trip)
Grrah, grrah, try to line me, I’m dyin’ wit’ you and my gun
(With you and my-)
DOA, DOA
Grrah-grrah
C-Hii gang
JB gang
Nazzy gang
Blay gang
Free Flocka
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