Ain't Hurd About You (feat. Ljay Gzz & KK Spinnin)

Kdot KeepClickin

Compositor: Ljay Gzz / Kk Spinning

Look, Like (Uh huh)

Like, Lil’ Ljay he a demon, he a different type savage
And when it’s time to creep, we go through blocks and let them have it, like
All he heard was me blastin’, like
I fell in love with shootin' ratchets
And don’t try to run, 'cause these bullets they gonna catch up
He dead, he got left, and them niggas ain’t come and connect
Lil’ Notti caught a tech, he was tryna push up for his set
On 140, with a ref, like, I'm tryna shoot shit, like I'm Steph
With a hat, fuck a Jet, run up and we makin' a mess
Show the 9s some respect, like, those my demons, for them, I’ma step
On 160 there’s no rec’, like, but them niggas talkin’ on the net
Lil’ Mel hit the jets, like, but that nigga talkin' like step
Ty Mel, he a bitch, like, that nigga got beat in his 'jects
Lil’ JJ eatin' cheese, like, that nigga rush straight to the feds
Ayo Kdot, who next? Like, I said: Fuck it, we out spinnin' Lex
Lil’ Ljay, he a demon, he will put you in a casket
And when it’s time to spin, and you know this shit get active
On the 8, smokin’ deads, like, gotta show lil' Rah Rah some respect
AJ Wvttz, he got beat, like, lil' Zy put that boy on his neck
Lil’ Brisk, he got beat, and, nigga, Dee put the scap' to his head
How the fuck is y'all smokin’ my dead? Big OYK, yeah, I said what I said
Ayo, KK, pass me the knock, bend through the Hill, I see them, I’ma flock
On the bros, niggas got me on hots, said: Word to the 9, my members do a lot
All black, ski'ed up, we don’t care 'bout the cops, flick on the beam, tryna see you drop
Like, bend back with the knocks and flock, Kdot keep clickin’ till we see ‘em
Like, Kdot Keep Clickin till we see 'em
Like, Kdot Keep Clickin till we see 'em drop

Word to my 9s, just checked them, wrecked 'em
Move out the way, brodie 'boutta deck 'em
Like, we in the paint, niggas 'boutta get 'em (Uh huh)
If he try to run, hollows gonna wet 'em (Where you goin'?)
Hop out the V, big. 40 gon' stretch 'em (Baow-Baow, Uh huh)
I'm smokin' the Key, nigga, that's the pressure
Flock on Reese, nigga, and he decked 'em
If that was me, niggas would have flexed 'em
I started sendin', bullets start connectin' (Baow-Baow-Baow)
Go to an opp, like, cannot stop collectin'
His brother got back, he was disrespectin' (Damn)
Then nobody got back, what bro was expectin'?
We livin' that life 'cause we got selected (Don't run)
Bro got the bat on his back and he checkin' (OYK)
And there ain't no rats, nigga, in my section (Uh Huh)
We screamin' out: Gz, nigga, that's the gang
Look at that V, start throwin' like Dame
If he try to run, then I'm lettin' it flame
40 just hit him 'cause he jackin' Caine
I'm smokin' on Notti, nigga, that's the pain
If I catch lil' DD, I'm lettin' it rain (OYK)
And I'm smokin' on Tank, he got his in his brain (OYK, Aah!)

Can't wait till I catch me a OY
Diss on my dead, we gon' make sure they all die (On bro, on bro)
I'm on they strip, tryna blitz through both sides
Flick at the baddies who ready for war time
Fuck is a V? I'm troop out on feet
Roscoe, nigga got beat out his sneaks
Like, spin through the Hill, I'ma bend when it's dark
There go an opp, put the V up in park
Hop out, then go live on they part
Step on the courts and I'm lettin' it spark
Then I keep clickin', won't stop
Jackin' the O, put an O in your top
All smoke on the fifth, his bitch and your mans froze up
When he saw me and bro on the 6
Me and Nunu almost caught us a hit, they was totin' on three whole poles, they don't dump for the 6
Me and bro said: Come to the strip, we was screamin' out Raq, now I know niggas better not dip
Lil' bro died, and what did you do? Like, nigga went in the stu'
Go pick up a G, and go boom, like-like word to my dead, niggas fu'