Kay Flock – Doomsday (Instrumental) (Prod. By Glo Banks)

[Intro: Thunder Bklu & Dougie B]
Glo made that beat?
Thunder Bklu, grrt
Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah
Grrah-grrah, boom
When I up this bitch, bitch, better move, like
Like, gang, gang
[?] better not fuck up my mood, like
Fuck that [?] I go kuu, like, grrah
Like, grrah, grrah-grrah, like
Grrah-grrah, grrta-grrta, grrt, move
Grrah-grrah, grrah-grrah, boom
Grrah-grrah, grrah-grrah, boom, grrt
Grrah-grrah, grrt, gang-gang-gang
[Verse 1: Kay Flock]
If I up the .30, bitch, better move (Like, what?)
Choppa go, “Grrah-grrah” bitch, no doom, like
700, DOA be the move (Like, what?)
Talkin’ on bro, I’ma shoot at your crew, like (Like, who?)
Give a fuck if that shit make the news (Give a fuck ’bout it)
She a baba, that lil’ bitch a smooch, like
Off the patty or .42, she might get loose, like (Get loosе)
Off the deuce, what I say, shе gon’ do, like

[Verse 2: Dougie B & Thunder Bklu]
Talkin’ on bro, that’s a ticket to death (Gang-gang-gang)
Kay start buggin’, clickin’ ’till he dead (Gang-gang-gang)
I ain’t with no rumpin’, I just want the neck (Gang-gang-gang)
Bitch, ain’t no cuffin’, I just want the check (Grrt, grrah-grrah-grrah)
Two shots hit him, now he gotta dip
Gun go up, when Kay say, “It’s lit”
Catch him in traffic, like, “Pussy, bet’ not trip”
I’ma start flockin’, tryna catch a hit (Grrah, grrah)

[Verse 3: Kay Flock & Dougie B]
Thunder be buggin’, told lil’ brodie, “Click ’em” (Click ’em)
If the gun jam up, we gon’ strip ’em (Strip ’em)
Red beam on the gun, how the fuck we miss ’em? (Like, damn)
If you on talkin’ on bro, ya’ mans grave, where I’m pissin’
Like, Will go shot, niggas started snitchin’
And lil’ Paco got shot, niggas started bitchin’
Free Leeky, free Fetti, drillin’ like a dentist
[Verse 4: Thunder Bklu & Dougie B]
Paco broke my heart, like, 80, why you did it?
Why you told on a drill? I thought that you was wit’ it
Late night, on a drill, aimin’ for his fitted
How you talkin’ on Blay? Pussy never did shit (Pussy)
Catch GoodDay, run up, I ain’t missin’ (Grrah-grrah, boom)
See bro, you were playin’, nigga you was crippin’ (Grrah-grrah)
They ain’t go get back, niggas steady dissin’ (Grrah-grrah)
Hoppin’ out the V, brodie get to clickin’
If he bunny hop, then we get to blitzin’ (Grrah-grrah-grrah)
And it’s still free Nas, make ’em meet the doctor (Free Nas)
Feel a way, come spin my block, move proper (Grrah-grrah)
We keep, red beam, green beam, opp spotters (Like, what? Like what?)

[Verse 5: Kay Flock]
Dotty my holster, totin’ on this knocker (Grrah, grrah)
If we see the Ds, bitch, move proper
Lil Gotti call thotty, she eat up like pasta (Like, what?)
Dougie, bitch, I brought the chop, bitch (Like, woah)
I’m like Biggie, like, who shot ya? (Who shot ya’?)
Me and Dougie like Kobe and Shaq (Like, hol’ on)
Thunder catchin’ alleys like Iguodala

[Verse 6: Dougie B, Thunder Bklu & Kay Flock]
Damn, opp thots catch bullets like lava (Lava)
If that boy trip, he get took off the roster (Like, what?)
Choppa gon’ shake, lil’ bitch don’t holler, like (Don’t holler)
Pop a bean, don’t need no grabba, like (Grabba)
We caught an opp, send that boy to the doctors, like (Doctors, like)
He top five, I’m top one shotta, like
They go dumb, but, we givin’ them rage (Give ’em rage)
Get a bag in a minimum way (In a—)
If I shoot, he get hit and his bitches get grazed
My day goin’ good, but I’m lookin’ for Ray, like
[Outro: Dougie B & Kay Flock]
Hold on
Like, (But I’m lookin’ for—), it’s a good day (Look)
Like, catch GoodDay, bitch, it’s doomsday
Like, like, gang-gang
Like, gang-gang
Like, gang-gang