Maneuver by Kay Flock Lyrics
[Intro: Kay Flock]
Grrah-grrah, boom
Got Dougz with me
What the fuck
(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
Squeezin' on that shit 'til that bitch jam
Baba, yeah she fooled, gassed up in medulla
Brodie hit his mans, now they yellin', "Damn"
All black, hoppin' out of vans
When I upped the chop, all them niggas ran
I pulled up like, "Nigga, what you sayin'?"
Nigga, back up off me before I get to sprayin'
Yagi tweakin', leave him where you layin'
Throwin' like he Peyton, he don't got no patience
Got a beam with a stick, Uber, you can Lyft
Told bro, "You don't need to chase 'em" (No, who that?)
If he move wock' nigga I'ma flame 'em (I'ma do that)
Hollows hit his neck, shit'll rearrange him
[Verse 2: Dougie B]
Had to switch it up, still back-to-back disrespect
If it's up, go invest in a vest
Brodie told me it's lit, I'ma take me a trip
Anybody get hit when I back out that TEC
We still givin' hell, we still givin' wreck
How we postin' up booked, but we thought he got left
Me and Kay we be clickin' 'til we going deaf
I call Duwop, two shots leave that boy, hit his neck
Swear these nigga be buggin'
They jackin' them niggas? Go dumb
But bitch, I'm the nigga with weight
Why that bitch in my face?
Say she wanna be bitched
She like pottery picked up a 8th by the 8th
All y'all niggas is lame
Stop rappin' about chains y'all ain't take
It's still free Stitch out the cage
Everything add a "K"
That's on bro, we don't push, scream, "RIP 22 Shots," that's Blay
Red beam, I spot 'em, I'm clippin' 'em clean
Bitch it's shoot or get shot when you runnin' me
That boy Eli, he spin, he left with no tee
We get in, you get down, do it all for the breesh (Damn)
This a walk up, ain't no drive-by, kickin' in nonstop
Blood on his shirt like its tie-dye
Can't trust a bitch, she a baba
I just need māthā after I pass her yaya
No we not GDK, if I see Jay it's a DOA
Still ain't get back for your chain
And I just saw your moms like the other day, I went the other way
That bitch was beggin' for change (PNVK)
Blizzy was talking on bro now that nigga dead
That's on bro, I had my foot on his face
And she driving the boat, make that bitch throw it back
Baby, just run to the base (Like)
One in the head, baby walk with the chop
Baby, just pick up the pace (Hold on)
Lotti, Woo in the air got me laced (Like)
Grrah-grrah, boom
Got Dougz with me
What the fuck
(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
Squeezin' on that shit 'til that bitch jam
Baba, yeah she fooled, gassed up in medulla
Brodie hit his mans, now they yellin', "Damn"
All black, hoppin' out of vans
When I upped the chop, all them niggas ran
I pulled up like, "Nigga, what you sayin'?"
Nigga, back up off me before I get to sprayin'
Yagi tweakin', leave him where you layin'
Throwin' like he Peyton, he don't got no patience
Got a beam with a stick, Uber, you can Lyft
Told bro, "You don't need to chase 'em" (No, who that?)
If he move wock' nigga I'ma flame 'em (I'ma do that)
Hollows hit his neck, shit'll rearrange him
[Verse 2: Dougie B]
Had to switch it up, still back-to-back disrespect
If it's up, go invest in a vest
Brodie told me it's lit, I'ma take me a trip
Anybody get hit when I back out that TEC
We still givin' hell, we still givin' wreck
How we postin' up booked, but we thought he got left
Me and Kay we be clickin' 'til we going deaf
I call Duwop, two shots leave that boy, hit his neck
Swear these nigga be buggin'
They jackin' them niggas? Go dumb
But bitch, I'm the nigga with weight
Why that bitch in my face?
Say she wanna be bitched
She like pottery picked up a 8th by the 8th
All y'all niggas is lame
Stop rappin' about chains y'all ain't take
It's still free Stitch out the cage
Everything add a "K"
That's on bro, we don't push, scream, "RIP 22 Shots," that's Blay
Red beam, I spot 'em, I'm clippin' 'em clean
Bitch it's shoot or get shot when you runnin' me
That boy Eli, he spin, he left with no tee
We get in, you get down, do it all for the breesh (Damn)
This a walk up, ain't no drive-by, kickin' in nonstop
Blood on his shirt like its tie-dye
Can't trust a bitch, she a baba
I just need māthā after I pass her yaya
No we not GDK, if I see Jay it's a DOA
Still ain't get back for your chain
And I just saw your moms like the other day, I went the other way
That bitch was beggin' for change (PNVK)
Blizzy was talking on bro now that nigga dead
That's on bro, I had my foot on his face
And she driving the boat, make that bitch throw it back
Baby, just run to the base (Like)
One in the head, baby walk with the chop
Baby, just pick up the pace (Hold on)
Lotti, Woo in the air got me laced (Like)