Kay Flock – Make A Movie (ft. Fivio Foreign) (Audio, Lyrics, Video)

Date 2022-06-21

Category Foreign Music, Lyrics, Music Video, New Music

Kay Flock premieres the music video for the “Make A Movie” song with Fivio Foreign. The piece was produced by Elvis Beatz & A Lau. Listen, stream, read the lyrics, buy the track.

Kay Flock Make A Movie

Kay Flock Make A Movie

Though New York’s drill artists are being heavily condemned by some, that’s not stopping them from coming together and putting on a united front. This New Music Friday, Bronx rapper Kay Flock tapped Brooklyn’s Fivio Foreign to assist him with “Make A Movie.”

A press release notes that the single was produced by A Lau and Elvis Beatz, and the accompanying music video was directed by RingRing Visuals, taking us through the boroughs of NYC to unite our two artists.

“You know how we comin’ through, huh / Different cities we be runnin’ through (Baow),” the B.I.B.L.E. hitmaker confidently spits on his turn. “You not a big homie, so how is he under you? / You say you tough, n*gga show me a gun or two (Baow, baow, baow-baow).”

Recently, we heard from Kay Flock on his Bronx anthem “Shake It” featuring Dougie B, Bory300, and Cardi B.

Kay Flock – Make A Movie (ft. Fivio Foreign) (prod. Elvis Beatz & A Lau)

Watch Video

Lyrics

[Intro: Fivio Foreign & Kay Flock]
(Make a movie)
Yeah
(Make a song of the dance, make a record)
Huh
(Elvis)
Yeah
(A Lau on the beat)
Grrah, grrah-grrah (Baow)
Grrah, grrah
Yeah, huh (Make a movie)

[Chorus: Kay Flock & Fivio Foreign]
GBG, we been slidin’ for weeks (Skrrt)
Walk down gang, face shot, no V (Baow)
And bitch, is you ridin’ for me?
Big EBK, who you linin’ for me?
Like hop out (Yeah), Dougie, he flockin’ for he
Not DOA, you ain’t slidin’ for we (Nah)
Bullets punchin’, no boxin’ wit’ me (Bullets punchin’, no boxin’ wit’ me)
(Baow, baow, baow)

[Verse 1: Kay Flock]
Clip ’em, if he try to run when we slidin’, we hit him, like
We tricked him, like
Thottie she lined him, she got him, we blitzed him
Hang out the window, like I’m tryna Rick ’em (Ricky)
Keep clickin’, I go wit’ the rhythm (Grrah-grrah)
Keep moving back, I make sure I won’t miss him (Miss him)
He dead, now his homies miss him (He dead)
And I thought that I told y’all before (Like)
Since that lil’ nigga do not want war
Put the K to your face and I kick down the door, like
I’m tryna spin through the 4’s (Like)
Park up, hop out, I’ma boom (Like, wait)
After that, get low to the floor (Like)
I do what I want, give a fuck about the boss
Lost JB, I ain’t losin’ no more (Grrah)

[Chorus: Kay Flock & Fivio Foreign]
GBG, we been slidin’ for weeks (Huh)
Walk down gang, face shot, no V (Grrt, baow)
And bitch, is you ridin’ for me?
Big EBK, who you linin’ for me? (Baow, baow, baow)
Like hop out, Dougie, he flockin’ for he
Not DOA, you ain’t slidin’ for we (Nah)
Bullets punchin’, no boxin’ wit’ me (Baow) (Bullets punchin’, no boxin’ wit’ me)

[Verse 2: Fivio Foreign]
They got me back on my slide on my opp if I wanna (Skrrt)
I make it hot if I wanna (Baow)
He talkin’ crazy all year, niggas’ll die at the top of the summer (Baow)
They know how I rock, they know how I come, look, huh
He wasn’t a opp, but he from that block (Naw), we don’t care, we just wanted the numbers (Baow)
You know how we comin’ through, huh
Different cities we be runnin’ through (Baow)
You not a big homie, so how is he under you?
You say you tough, nigga show me a gun or two (Baow, baow, baow-baow)
Yeah, you say you tough, nigga show me a gun or two, huh
As soon as you tell us where you at, my niggas’ll come at you (Skrrt, baow, baow)
Send me the addy, it give me a rush
We got ’em back but it wasn’t enough
We want more, nigga it’s stuck
And his main bitches givin’ him up (Grrt-grrt, baow)
That nigga’ll die tryna get a nut
That nigga done died tryna get a nut (Uh)

[Chorus: Kay Flock & Fivio Foreign]
GBG, we been slidin’ for weeks (Huh)
Walk down gang, face shot, no V (Grrt, baow)
And bitch, is you ridin’ for me?
Big EBK, who you linin’ for me? (Baow, baow, baow)
Like hop out, Dougie, he flockin’ for he
Not DOA, you ain’t slidin’ for we (Nah)
Bullets punchin’, no boxin’ wit’ me (Bullets punchin’, no boxin’ wit’ me)

+Comment

Drop A Comment