"Brotherly Love (Pt. 2)" lyrics
Kay Flock & Dougie B Lyrics
(feat. B-Lovee)
[Kay Flock:]
DOA, we gone turn this shit up
Patty & Migo, she turnt the fuck up
Other some goofies, they some chumps
Forty kicking like Bruce Lee when I dump
Bah bah lan, who bitch who dumb?
Try to line me? I'm dying with you on my gun
[B-Lovee:]
(Grah grah) Try to line me? I'm dying with you on my gun
I can't lack for a bitch that be on me
This thirty got opps with him and his homies
Had to walk up on
Shoot at the ops by my dolie
I was stuck in the street, I was starting to get lonely
Niggas talking they shit like they know me
I done been through the storm, they can't fold me
All the ops they tryna clone me
Man whatever it is, let it be that
Catch him leaving his crib, he won't be back
Bro he gone pop out the car, he won't see that
Shit get real so don't think that
Fuck all day shift, tryna slay shit
Off the Patty & Migo she ain't acting basic
Free Kay Flock, I can't wait till that day hit
[Kay Flock:]
DOA, we gone turn this shit up
Patty & Migo, she turnt the fuck up
Other some goofies, they some chumps
Forty kicking like Bruce Lee when I dump
Bah bah lan, who bitch who dumb?
Try to line me? I'm dying with you on my gun
[B-Lovee:]
(Grah grah) Try to line me? I'm dying with you on my gun
[Dougie B:]
You keep jacking the kid
Is you ready to slide, to die
Like put all your pride aside
All time for mines
The guys forever gonna ride
I don't got a reason to lie
RIP Jay, been friending to say this
He told me like Dougie these niggas ain't right
Wonder why I move wonky
Well now you know why
Once again word to bro
No reason to lie
And don't you get caught with that nigga
When I'm throwing shots
Like no there ain't no weaving or bob
Like no I can't go up
I'm keeping my chop
This bullet gonna get you some guap
You popped and hot
Like at any age you're getting flocked
Like every opp they getting shot
Like Dougie B they gonna remember me
Miss all the memories, tell 'em free Flock
[Kay Flock:]
DOA, we gone turn this shit up
Patty & Migo, she turnt the fuck up
Other some goofies, they some chumps
Forty kicking like Bruce Lee when I dump
Bah bah lan, who bitch who dumb?
Try to line me? I'm dying with you on my gun
[B-Lovee:]
(Grah grah) Try to line me? I'm dying with you on my gun
DOA, we gone turn this shit up
Patty & Migo, she turnt the fuck up
Other some goofies, they some chumps
Forty kicking like Bruce Lee when I dump
Bah bah lan, who bitch who dumb?
Try to line me? I'm dying with you on my gun
[B-Lovee:]
(Grah grah) Try to line me? I'm dying with you on my gun
I can't lack for a bitch that be on me
This thirty got opps with him and his homies
Had to walk up on
Shoot at the ops by my dolie
I was stuck in the street, I was starting to get lonely
Niggas talking they shit like they know me
I done been through the storm, they can't fold me
All the ops they tryna clone me
Man whatever it is, let it be that
Catch him leaving his crib, he won't be back
Bro he gone pop out the car, he won't see that
Shit get real so don't think that
Fuck all day shift, tryna slay shit
Off the Patty & Migo she ain't acting basic
Free Kay Flock, I can't wait till that day hit
[Kay Flock:]
DOA, we gone turn this shit up
Patty & Migo, she turnt the fuck up
Other some goofies, they some chumps
Forty kicking like Bruce Lee when I dump
Bah bah lan, who bitch who dumb?
Try to line me? I'm dying with you on my gun
[B-Lovee:]
(Grah grah) Try to line me? I'm dying with you on my gun
[Dougie B:]
You keep jacking the kid
Is you ready to slide, to die
Like put all your pride aside
All time for mines
The guys forever gonna ride
I don't got a reason to lie
RIP Jay, been friending to say this
He told me like Dougie these niggas ain't right
Wonder why I move wonky
Well now you know why
Once again word to bro
No reason to lie
And don't you get caught with that nigga
When I'm throwing shots
Like no there ain't no weaving or bob
Like no I can't go up
I'm keeping my chop
This bullet gonna get you some guap
You popped and hot
Like at any age you're getting flocked
Like every opp they getting shot
Like Dougie B they gonna remember me
Miss all the memories, tell 'em free Flock
[Kay Flock:]
DOA, we gone turn this shit up
Patty & Migo, she turnt the fuck up
Other some goofies, they some chumps
Forty kicking like Bruce Lee when I dump
Bah bah lan, who bitch who dumb?
Try to line me? I'm dying with you on my gun
[B-Lovee:]
(Grah grah) Try to line me? I'm dying with you on my gun
