ktk flaco - KTK THE GANG (feat. 3hiko)
Aye man big 296 shit niggas know who got the city active
Niggas know who runnin shit
Big KTK nigga
Niggas can't even come outside nigga it's a homicide
My vision blurry I keep sippin on this red
Ktk the gang we gon put ya ass to rest
Still selling packs young nigga getting bread
I got certified shooters that gon make you eat this lead
Always on the block everybody know my name
Come in to the function lil baby what you bring
Walk into my hood lil niggas wachu bang
Still a young nigga on the block swangin K's
Young nigga still 16 I'm stil ridin with ma stick
Boy that pussy nigga mad because I'm fucking on his bitch
And those pussy niggas sad because they niggas in a ditch
And I know they out to get me but I promise I won't snitch
There's a code to the streets but these niggas love to break it
Yeah I see him on IG he be over there pump faking
If he got something valuable than nigga ima take it
We got motion in the city aint a trap that you find vacant
Talking all that shit easy way to get you boomed
He was talking all that shit now his ass up in the news
I'm a real hood baby I'm addicted to the blues
Aint nobody fuck with us cus we the coldest in the room
Niggas they been askin "flaco how you do it"
I ain't say shit cus i know they ain't gon do it
If it gets me bread ima chase it and pursue it
If he get a little bread he gon fuck around and lose it
My vision blurry I keep sippin on this red
Ktk the gang we gon put ya ass to rest
Still sellin packs young nigga getting bread
I got certified shooters that gon make you eat this lead
Always on the block everybody know my name
Come into the function lil baby what you you bring
She a lil slow but with that head she insane
Still dem same niggas on the block slanging caine
I know they want me dead they want a reason to erase me
Baby stack ya bread, don't chase me
I got demons in my mind they won't change me
And the feds on ma ass tryna chain me
Everyday posted on the block, gangy
And I'm shooting all these niggas like I'm KD
Yeah I kinda went thru hell but it wont make me
I told them crackas i ain't snitching, they could take me
Yeah Free Kevin out the slammer he ain do none
And i always keep my heater im gon shoot sum
Long live my nigga yeah they told me don't react wrong
But we spun, and we spun, and we fucking spun
Oh he talking all dat shit send his ass to god
Catch him posted on his block we gon do him bad
Got fn, got a beam, got a extra mag
And if he talking on the gram we gon slide on fast
They say I'm capping but I'm living what I preach
And ima dog I'ma fuck her in the sheets
She put that pussy on me show me she a freak
Blow dat nigga brains watch his mind leak
That's yo bitch? Why she on my phone
Cus I'm Chiko she won't leave me lone
Ridin in a stoley like it's legal
Got a 40. Smith and Wesson you know that it's lethal
I got my bag n den i dipped fuck all these people
Written by:
angel reyes, Ktk Flaco
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