Kya Se Kya ft. Trap Monk & DTXdude Lyrics

Now my relatives ask me like 'beta what you doing

Im like nothing much leaving my competition in ruins

Theyre like 'nah I mean long term, what are you pursuing

Im like oh like that

Fuckin dumb bitch, music

The moment I hop on a beat

They talking not properly

See them nervous and honestly

They hope I fall and drop on knees

And somehow I just give up

Out of myself, I make mockery

You motherfuckers with your toxicity astonish me

I mean you bunch of noobies really should get a job or three

Instead of being insecure you should learn to rap properly

Listen to better ish and practice and probably

Hell I'll even pay for your premium sub on Spotify

One of the best to ever do it

Fatty Krrent a legendary

Rapper, performer, bitches they really wanna grab on these

N... n... n... n... n... n... n... naptholean balls cause

You know fatty k man he keep it clean

Excel with a minimum effort

Hit record then fatty coming after

Rappers who be making the scene disaster

They very well know ain't nobody fresher

Whenever they claim that they are a master

Man I burst up with a kilo of laughter

Only way that they can ever be that if

Suckin ass at rap is a prime fuckin factor

Back on em actors, and they praying, they hoping

That I would never ever show up on their show

Stealing their bitches and grabbing their money

Now motherfucker where the fuck you gon' go

How in the shit are you gonna get dough

I'll tell you, when I'm gonna make you mop floors

Fatty Krrent with the Mac eleven

R trip got a Street sweeper

Hyke with an AK forty seven

Tienas prolly got a Daewoo k- one

Tsumyoki reloading Madsen and

Gravity with a K Fifty M and

Kidd mange filling up the ENARM

Krsna polishing his Magnum and

Shah rule 'bout to pull the fuckin pin and

Hanumankind loading a fuckin cannon

And the lit matchstick is with pavan

All em other motherfuckers don't know shit man

But they act like they do, Nicole Kidman

Their history is weak

They started three weeks before

Spotify listeners 1 million and

How come they did that shit

In like three days that I couldn't do like In a decade

I guess licking ass is still a skill that you weak at

Well then fuck out of my face

Half of these motherfuckers are a disgrace

To Indian hip hop like Naezy the bae

Next idiot that calls him a legend

Harbhajan should slap them in their face

Aye don't hate me cause he sucks ass

Not my fault if he's bad at his craft

As a matter of fact that's not even craft

As a matter of fact that's not even rap

I leave his throat sore when I'm gon' pull the gat

Go unload four more when I aim for the hat

Blow load of a coke with a bowl of a 'gac

I'm Thor the main, he toad version of that

He triggered the fat

I'm blizzard, he naps

I'm lizard I grow, he filthy forever he rat

He's filler or ad, I am the main act

I'm litter, I litter, he picks up the trash

Fatty my friend you gotta relax

Nah fuck that light a cigarette with a match

Flick that on his eyes, ashes to ash

Ain't nobody in this country got bars like that

Trynna battle me then you must be smoking crack

Like gonorrhea in a bitch I'm pain in the ass

Can nobody really tell me

Who the fuck is really better then the fatty

Heavy like a hurricane or Nagasaki

When I kill em on a hard ass beat like that

Slap an op with a freestyle he can't fight back

If he show me middle finger then he's Iraq

And I be Saddam Hussain with the red, white, black

I mean why you really gotta make me mad

This microphone is burning, it's melting

Mac is glitching, hanging

AC's fuckin jammed, smoke is coming out the booth

Pro tools crashed, furniture creaking

Speakers' cone cracked

Mixers faders moving by itself

Cables tangled, interface bypassed I mean

Short circuit... man fuck this shit