Album Cover TCardi (feat. Dougie B, Lil Skrap 1090 & Justo B)

TCardi (feat. Dougie B, Lil Skrap 1090 & Justo B)

Kay Flock

5

(M2K)

Grrt, baow, baow, baowGrrt, gang, gang, gang, gang

Gang, gang, gang

If we spinning, we hitting whoever you with, like, soon as I boom, better dip

Got a new Glock, I extended the clip, like, beam on this chop, I won′t miss

Told Dougie, "I'm fiending, bro, ain′t no assist"

Told Kay-Kay "Don't worry, I'ma do the hit"

Nigga, Dougie my brother, I′m taking that risk, like, fuck it, let′s go take a trip

Yo, Dougz, you spin, I spin, you throw five, I throw ten

We spinning around like we did it again, like, fuck it, we up at his friend

Like bitch I'm MBK, so I throw up the trend

Two flocks, two chop′s we gon hop out again

Like fuck that, walk up on his friend, like, huh, we gon', like

Why the fuck niggas smoke on my opps like, they do not rap what they live?

He tried to run but I clicked on his mans, like, hold on, I really rap what I did

Nadi gon flock, he don′t need rubber bands, like, what you think he gon do for the sig?

Hollows start spitting, shit hit through his rib, like, don't get caught up in traffic again

On parole with a chop, still moving too hot like, it ain′t like he done clicked it again

On parole with a chop still moving too hot like, like, like

I ain't no killer don't push me, just gotta get back if he die, then it′s fuck it, look

Ace he just spot him, he got him, he don′t want no problems so who really bugging, look

Bitches be thinking they hot, backing out Henny and bitches be pop

Gotta call thotty, we getting the drop

If it's up then it′s stuck, leave it up at the top

When you run into me, bitch it's shoot or get shot

I got too many opps, we got too many chops

Bitch, I shoot double hands and I′m clearing the block

If they send me the addy, walk up, let it flock

La-dickda-di, I don't wanna party

Like them ratchet, I don′t want a Barbie

Need a baddie who party like Cardi

Is you ready to ride in a heartbeat?

Smoochie, no cuffing, just eat me I'm sorry

Jack the opps, you get put in a Marley

Me and Kay two deep, no assist

One thot, two chops, two flocks for the hit

And you know I got to shoot two hands

You get hit with this heat and you catching a tan

Get low from the scene and then we get at his mans

We hop out the V and then hop back in the van

Put the shmoney on him and get shmurda if we can't get to him

Knock him out pockets out, I walk with a limp

Bro called tryna score but he done off the rims

He looking at me like I know my hands on the grip, look

He make a wrong move and I lift him, like

If my mans don′t get hype, Sha pop out the cut he gon′ blitz him

Took a pic and that boy did the same shit, I pop out and you know who I came with

Ya mans died, nigga go and slide, he just posting pictures while it's raining (pussy)

Red dot to his face tryna off him, how they kids want to slide ′cause I'm tossing

I know they mad and they picture me dead, but I picture they big homie walking

I been 90 before I was one, we ain′t spin push the back to the front

They see us broke, then I aim and they run, spin again if bro miss till he touched

Red beam, how the fuck can I miss? I extended my clip, like

And yeah, I heard the diss, talking all this gun shit with no hits, like

He got shot and took it on the hop, 25 to the L if I get hit, like

He came home and had a kid with two thots, I see him, I'm throwing and kicking his kid, like

Gunsmoke we want all that (all that, all that)

Yeah, that′s them in the V, know I'm on that

Justo, wait to shoot I'm like fall back

Fuck that, grrt-da-baow now he off that, look

Hit you up then go look for who sent you

Bloody face, ski mask when I bend through, look

See a crowd but he back out the nine

I′m aiming for you and whoever you next to, like