Chords for Kay Flock - Brotherly Love (Pt. 2) [feat. B-Lovee & Dougie B]

Ah, you freaky man, this shit I, I fuck man
Ay, loud on this [Cm] shit
D-O-A, [Gm] the fuck nigga, now I'm hooked
G-A-O-Y-A, ah, I'm pretty much done, dude
Summer flavors, we all fucked up, I hope
D-O-A, we gon' turn this shit up
Patty and Migos, [Cm] you turn the fuck up
I just sound goofy, bitch, I'm trumpin'
40 kickin' like pussy, [Gm] we're not done
We're about to line who's bitch we throwin'
Try to line me, I'm dyin' with you and my gun
God, try to line me, I'm dyin' with you and my gun
Can't let go of bitch, I be on him
30 got hot, I [Cm] put him in his homie
Had to walk up [Gm] off, he couldn't get us in stock
Boy, the shootout, the opp in my toe, me
I was stuck in the street, I was stuck to get low
Niggas talkin' this shit like they know me
I done been through the storm, they can't fool me
All the opps on my dick tryna call me
Name whatever it is, I just beat out
Catch him leavin' this [Eb] crap, he won't be back
Bro, he gon' pop out the car, he won't see that
Shit get real, it's not [Gm] fake, so don't think that
Fuck up day shit
My goose pop out that [Eb] dog tryna slay shit
Off the Patty and [Gm] Migos, she ain't actin' basic
Pre-K [Gm] flock, I can't wait till that day hit
D-O-A, we gon' turn this shit up
Patty and Migos, you [Eb] turn the fuck up
I just sound goofy, bitch, I'm _ [Gm]
trumpin'
Try to lie me, I'm dyin' with you on my gun
Try to lie me, I'm dyin' with you on my gun
You keep takin' the [Eb] gigas, you ready to fly or die
Like, [Cm] pull all your pride aside
I'm retired from [Gm] mine, the cops forever gon' ride
I don't got no reason to lie
R.I.P. to every friend in the States
If you talk me like Dougie, these niggas ain't right
Went to war, I went wacky, went all yellow, wild
I'm sickin' with the burn, no reason to lie
I know you get [Eb] caught, that nigga went knuckle and shot
Like, there [Cm] ain't no reason to buy
Like, no, I can't [D] go, I'm keepin' my job
So stop, [Gm] wanna go get you some bop
You pop, you hot, I actin' and you gettin' slob
Like, ask me how I'm thinkin', shot
Like, Dougie B, they gon' remember me
Miss all the memories, I'm the pre-cop
Heal, wait, we gon' turn this shit up
Patty and Migos, you shut the [Cm] fuck up
Others sound goofy, this some chump
Party kickin' like Bruce's, [Gm] I'm not spittin'
Try to lie me, I'm dyin' with you on my gun
Try to lie me, I'm dyin' with you on my gun
Try to lie me, I'm dyin' with you on my gun
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