Kay Flock & Dougie B - Maneuver
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{Intro: Kay Flock}
Grrah, grrah, boom
Got Dougz with me
Niggas know wassup
16 in this bitch
Gang tryna beat him, he already-
Gang tryna-
{Verse 1: Kay Flock}
The way I maneuver
I ride with them shooters
Squeezing on that shit till that bitch jam
{Grrah, grrah, boom}
Baba is you fueled up, Gas up his madula
{Dummy}
Brodie hit his mans now they yelling damn
{Damn}
All black hopping out of vans (Vans)
When I up the chop, all ‘em niggas ran
{Don't run}
I threw dumb like nigga what you saying
{What you saying}
Nigga back the four before I get to spraying
{Grrah, grrah, grrah, boom}
Yagi tweaking, leave you where you laying
Throwing like he playing, he don’t got no patience
Got a beam with a stick, Uber you get left on bro
You don’t needa chase him
{Nope, who that?}
If he move wock, nigga I'ma flame him ‘em
{I'ma do that}
Hollows hit his neck, shit will rearrange him
{Verse 2: Dougie B}
Had to switch it, I’m still back to back with respect
{Respect}
If it’s up, (?...)
{Baow}
Brodie told me it’s lit, I'ma take me a trip
Anybody get hit when I back out that TEC
We still giving hell, we still giving reck
How we posted up, (?...) we thought he got left
Me and Kay, we be clicking till we going deaf
I call Doowop, 2 shots, leave that boy out his neck
Swear these niggas be bugging, they jacking them niggas, so dumb
But bitch I’m that nigga with (?...)
Why that bitch in my face, say she wanna be rich
She like (?...) right there, dumping eight by the 8
All y’all niggas is lame, stop rapping bout chains y’all ain’t take
It’s still free Sticks out the cage
Everything, add a K, that’s on bro we don’t play
Screaming RIP 22 shots, that’s Blay
Red beam, I spot ‘em, I’m clipping them clean
Bitch It’s shoot or get shot when you run into me
That boy Eli, he spin, he left with no teeth
You get in, you get down, do it all for the breech
(?...) walk up ain’t no drive by, thinking it’s (?...)
Blood on his shirt like it’s tie-dye
Catch us a bitch, she a baba
I just need the mata after I pass her the Yaya
No we not (?...)
If I see Jay, it’s still a (?...)
You still ain’t get back for your chain
And I just seen your moms like the other day
I went the other way, that bitch was begging for change
(?...) was talking on bro now that nigga dead
That's on bro, I had my foot on his face
If she dropping the (?...), made that bitch throw it back
Baby just rump to the bass
One in the head, baby walk with the chop
Baby just pick up the pace
Lotti, Woo in the air, got me laced
{Intro: Kay Flock}
Grrah, grrah, boom
Got Dougz with me
Niggas know wassup
16 in this bitch
Gang tryna beat him, he already-
Gang tryna-
{Verse 1: Kay Flock}
The way I maneuver
I ride with them shooters
Squeezing on that shit till that bitch jam
{Grrah, grrah, boom}
Baba is you fueled up, Gas up his madula
{Dummy}
Brodie hit his mans now they yelling damn
{Damn}
All black hopping out of vans (Vans)
When I up the chop, all ‘em niggas ran
{Don't run}
I threw dumb like nigga what you saying
{What you saying}
Nigga back the four before I get to spraying
{Grrah, grrah, grrah, boom}
Yagi tweaking, leave you where you laying
Throwing like he playing, he don’t got no patience
Got a beam with a stick, Uber you get left on bro
You don’t needa chase him
{Nope, who that?}
If he move wock, nigga I'ma flame him ‘em
{I'ma do that}
Hollows hit his neck, shit will rearrange him
{Verse 2: Dougie B}
Had to switch it, I’m still back to back with respect
{Respect}
If it’s up, (?...)
{Baow}
Brodie told me it’s lit, I'ma take me a trip
Anybody get hit when I back out that TEC
We still giving hell, we still giving reck
How we posted up, (?...) we thought he got left
Me and Kay, we be clicking till we going deaf
I call Doowop, 2 shots, leave that boy out his neck
Swear these niggas be bugging, they jacking them niggas, so dumb
But bitch I’m that nigga with (?...)
Why that bitch in my face, say she wanna be rich
She like (?...) right there, dumping eight by the 8
All y’all niggas is lame, stop rapping bout chains y’all ain’t take
It’s still free Sticks out the cage
Everything, add a K, that’s on bro we don’t play
Screaming RIP 22 shots, that’s Blay
Red beam, I spot ‘em, I’m clipping them clean
Bitch It’s shoot or get shot when you run into me
That boy Eli, he spin, he left with no teeth
You get in, you get down, do it all for the breech
(?...) walk up ain’t no drive by, thinking it’s (?...)
Blood on his shirt like it’s tie-dye
Catch us a bitch, she a baba
I just need the mata after I pass her the Yaya
No we not (?...)
If I see Jay, it’s still a (?...)
You still ain’t get back for your chain
And I just seen your moms like the other day
I went the other way, that bitch was begging for change
(?...) was talking on bro now that nigga dead
That's on bro, I had my foot on his face
If she dropping the (?...), made that bitch throw it back
Baby just rump to the bass
One in the head, baby walk with the chop
Baby just pick up the pace
Lotti, Woo in the air, got me laced
