What You Did? lyrics

[Intro: TG Flockaa, Glvck]
Graah-graah, boom (Graah)
Gang, gang-gang-gang
Is this Glvck?
Like what? I'm f*ckin' back, b*tch
Like what?
Gang, gang, gang-gang-gang
Ayo Blick, what's crackin'?
Know a lot of n*ggas want me dead
Never lack, keep one in the head
OGK, y’all heard what I said
When I hop out the V y'all n*ggas better fled
Lotti, dead, he got poked up
Stupid n*gga should’ve had his pole tucked
You can ask I can say I give no f*cks
How you gon' catch me n*gga? I don’t post up

[Verse 1: TG Flockaa]
Know a lot of n*ggas want me dead
Never lack, keep one in the head
OGK, y’all heard what I said
When I hop out the V them n*ggas better fled
Notti, dead, he got poked up
Stupid n*gga should’ve had his pole tucked
You can ask, I can say I give no f*cks
How you gon' catch me n*gga?, I don’t post up
Free Kay Flock, this sh*t never over
How you jackin’ bro not comin’ home?
Matter of fact we was just on the phone
Smokin’ on Dubski while spinnin’ through Doe
n*ggas be talkin’ but never be doing sh*t
On the net always talkin’ some stupid sh*t
And the gun, it came with a coolin’ kit
I see an opp and Imma get to boomin’ sh*t
[Verse 2: TG Flockaa]
Yeah I’m back in the towns it’s lit
Why I’m hearin’ n*ggas on my di*k
I see an opp, I bet I get 'em hit
.40 gon’ hit em, make em do a flip
Ayo Blick, I got the whip
You got the wheel then I’m lettin’ it flip
Hang out the window, they runnin’ like Rick
And these are the same n*ggas suckin’ my di*k like
DGunna you know you a b*tch
Who [?] knock out when you was in my crib
Opp spotter, sh*t lit
Totin’ a knocka, can’t slip
Still free Flocka, been lit
The king of the Bronx be home next year like
Lot of n*ggas is livin’ in fear but I stay with my knocka I’m always prepared

[Verse 3: TG Flockaa]
Dead opps, in the air
This sh*t so loud I can’t even hear
Who that? Right there?
That’s the opps and I’m lettin’ it flare
On the island I was livin’ great
Always walkin’ up and down the tier
Lost bro, shed a tear
Now their mans dead, I don’t even care
Like get back gang sh*t easy
GBG baby I don’t do the sleazy
Everyday gotta walk wit’ my gleezy
I know everything, ain’t no nothin’ can teach me
Like get back gang sh*t easy
GBG baby I don’t do the sleazy
Everyday gotta walk wit’ my gleezy
I know everything, ain’t no nothin’ can teach me
[Chorus: TG Flockaa]
Who you touch? What you did?
Oh, you say that you smokin’ on Nick?
Me too, but you was not smokin’ JayRip
C.I.P Naz he was on that sh*t

[Verse 4: TG Flockaa]
Mel Glizzy, get off di*k
You can’t even rap, why you say that sh*t?
Talkin’ on JB now that n*gga hit
Whatever you jack, that sh*t to my di*k
Mel Glizzy, get off di*k
You can’t even rap, why you say that sh*t?
Talkin’ on JB now that n*gga hit
Whatever you jack, that sh*t to my di*k
Like what?

[Chorus: TG Flockaa]
Who you touch? What you did?
Oh, you say that you smokin’ on Nick?
Me too, but you was not smokin’ JayRip
C.I.P Naz, he was on that sh*t

[Verse 5: Cito Blick]
f*ck the opps
I don’t care if you’re outside cos I’m still gonna post on my block
With the knock, smokin’ Rah
High as a kite, feel like I’m in the sky
Slidin’ wit’ Chase and I kno’ he gon ride
He was dead on arrival, know he couldn’t survive
Flocking for Mezzy, no discussion
Sippin’ real drink, I started wit’ the 'tussin
Half of y’all lil n*ggas never did nothin'
Pop me a perky, she love how I buss it
She like Blickem, “I’m c*mming”
So you know I ain’t stoppin’ for nothin'
Die eight, OYK, spinnin’ through, smokin’ on Rah Rah and Cane
Woo he a rat and he still jackin’ gang
And he fly on G5, all y'all n*ggas insane
[Verse 6: Cito Blick]
Ayo Flash, suck my di*k
And you said I better have my blick
Next time y’all n*ggas try spin through my strip, make sure you’re aiming and not shootin’ at kids
Blick gon blick em, leave him on his back
Free Flock, he put us on the map
Rollin’ up Lotti with Mexi or Matt
f*ck all y’all n*ggas, we got the best packs
Smokin’ Von Floxks, smoking Lu Blixk
5th to the Sev gang, don’t get your boo hit
Talkin’ on Mezzy you catching a full clip
[?] you know we get [?]

[Chorus: TG Flockaa]
Who you touch? What you did?
Oh, you say that you smokin’ on Nick?
Me too, but you was not smokin’ JayRip
C.I.P Naz, he was on that sh*t

[Outro: TG Flockaa]
Grrah
Grrah, grahh, boom
Every opp shot
Suck my di*k (Like what)
Gang, gang, gang
We gon’ slide through the eight and we makin’ it rain, like
Gang (Graah, graah)
And I’m smokin’ on Rah and I mixed it wit’ Cane