Kay Flock – Make A Movie Lyrics

 

Make A Movie Lyrics by Kay Flock (feat. Fivio Foreign)

 

GBG, we been sliding for weeks
Walkdown gang, face shot, no V
And bitch, is you riding for me?
Big EBK, who you lining for me?
Like hop out, Dougie, he flocking for he
Nah, DOA, you ain’t sliding for we
Bullets punching, no boxer with me
Bullets punching, no boxer with me

Clip ’em, if he try to run up, we slide up, we hit em
Like, we tripped him like
Thottie she lined him, she got him, we blitzed ’em
Hang out the window like I’m tryna rick ’em
Keep clicking, I go with the rhythm
He moving back, I’ll make sure I won’t miss ’em
He dead, now his homies miss ’em
And I thought that I turned out before
Since that little n**** do not want war
Put the K to your face when I kick down the door
Like I’m tryna spin through the fours
Through to the park, I’ma hop out and toss
After that, get low to the floor
I do what I want, give a fuck ’bout a boss
Lose JB, I ain’t losing no more

GBG, we been sliding for weeks
Walkdown gang, face shot, no V
And bitch, is you riding for me?
Big EBK, who you lining for me?
Like hop out, Dougie, he flocking for he
Nah, DOA, you ain’t sliding for we
Bullets punching, no boxer with me
Bullets punching, no boxer with me (Yeah)

He got my back and I’ll slide on a opp if I wanna
I make it hot if I wanna
He talking crazy all year
N***** that die at the top of the summer
Uh, you know how I rock, you know how I come, look, coming
He wasn’t an opp, but he from that block
We don’t care, we just wanted the numbers
You know how me coming through, huh
Different cities we be running through
You not a big homie, so how is he under you?
You say your tough, n****, show me a gun or two
Yeah, you say your tough, n****, show me a gun or two, huh
As soon as you tell us where you at, my n***** will come at you
Send me the addy and give me a rush
We got ’em back, but it wasn’t enough
We want more, n**** is stuck
And his main bitch is giving him up
Woo, huh, yeah, a n**** will die tryna get a nut
A n**** will die tryna get a nut

GBG, we been sliding for weeks
Walkdown gang, face shot, no V
And bitch, is you riding for me?
Big EBK, who you lining for me?
Like hop out, Dougie, he flocking for he
Nah, DOA, you ain’t sliding for we
Bullets punching, no boxer with me
Bullets punching, no boxer with me