Kota Lyrics

Yeah, uh, yeah, uh

Members only, you is not my bro, stop acting like that

They kicked my lil' brody out of school, said he was acting violent

How could I be mad, cause he just doing what I taught him

Always talking about no lacking, it's a shame how we caught him

Don't even try to pick him up, he need a brain, not no water

JR still shooting Glocks, he hitting threes from the corner

Bad bitches on my dick, I'm a different type of nigga

when you coming from that bottom, it's a different type of feeling

Stomp a nigga in Rick Owens, that's a different type of kicking

Snatch your kids and your mama, I'm a different type of villain

Chopper on the side of me, feeling like I'm Dex

Instigating on the net, told my hitman that he next

Oh he wanna wear a vest, it's okay we hit his neck

And if he try to run around, hit that pussy in his back

Certified trapper, I ain't been asleep yet

Put a hundred in my hands and it ain't been a week yet

I'm in a track or in a scat, riding with my seat back

Damn I need to see the pole, where my auntie V at

Looking for a murder? Tell him bring C out

I was shooting plays right across the street from C house

Million dollar nigga got them birds in my tree house

Draco hit his whip, he crashed the whip and left his seat hot

Bet he won't talk no more, T riding with a 44

I beat the nigga ass then slice him up, feel like I'm Kimbo

If you ain't talking money, then I'm asking what you here for

Stacking money, dropping niggas, that's the type of shit I'm built for