Kyrie Lyrics

Rafi gon pour me up a fo, I'ma get it

That bitch was never mine, so I ain't really trippin

And he don't want war, so attention I ain't givin

Niggas will beg for attention like bitches

They hospitalized and now they need stitches

I went straight from rags to riches

And I came out clean 'cuz I mind my business

You can't get my shoes 'cuz the laces missin

Niggas upset 'cuz I fucked they misses

It's always something 'cuz they nitpickin

It's my fault 'cuz they bitches trippin

If you a pimp, get your hoe in line

Jabarber hooked me up, and now they think I'm fine

This was back when I was like 17, with a crispy line and the fade is clean

Niggas is mad I'm growin' up, why the fuck you care if i'm glowin' up

Man, sonic boom the way I'm blowin' up

Vodka in my cup now I'm throwin' up

I been rappin' nigga, so what? I'ma be so fuckin' honest

These new niggas really fuckin' suck

I'm Kyrie, I'm gon' get a buck

I'm really bouta go crazy this year, y'all motherfuckers be so lazy

Pushin' P since '03, in '06, they know me

People be wonderin' why they ain't know I can rap

I ain't have confidence

And now they think i'ma fuckin' star, that shit's really astonishing

I'm goin' hard, I promised it

Man, full throttle, I'm prospering

Off each other, they copyin

Like Chris Brown, I'm poppin' bitch

I understand I had to change the sound, but boom bap I got the fuckin' crown

These rappers gon' rhyme that with frown

My weed colors is purple, brown

Y'all niggas wack, I hate you all

Man fuck y'all niggas, I'ma fuckin' ball

I stand on my money and I get tall

And all I do is win, I win it all

These forty seconds is goin' history

How I kill these niggas, gon be a fuckin' mystery

They gon' be up with you, misery loves company

More projects this year, what more they want from me

I promised my gang I ain't holdin' out

So if you hear I'm droppin' from the word of mouth

Please be a-fuckin'-ware that I'm really from the motherfuckin' south

But I'll flow you to death, I'll take it to Brooklyn

They always askin' what one love is cookin

That was my shit and they fuckin' took it

Like a human joystick, I fuckin' shook it

My juke move is crazy

My spin move is crazy

Do not line up in front of me, I'ma truck you

Crazy, I'm Derrick Henry to the rap game

Duece Duece in my backframe

Now that I'm back, they back lame

Let me show you motherfuckers how to run game

O N E, we gon' kill

(Merry Christmas) worth about a mil

Wit' Kirko Bangz, I keep it trill

I don't like you niggas, man the beef is real

I hate rap niggas, man they fuckin' squeal

I ain't stoppin' shit until I get a bil

I'ma keep goin' I gotta pay my bills

Niggas not matchin' Luv skills

Cuz niggas be afraid cuz love kills

You can trust me, love'll never squeal

I love money, I love bills

I keep it 100, cuz love real

O N E from the fuckin' 'Ville

Apple Jacks in the vacuum seal

They too high, they poppin' pills

I'm back from vacation, so until then

Niggas is mad I'm growin' up, why the fuck you care if i'm glowin' up

Man, sonic boom the way I'm blowin' up

Vodka in my cup now I'm throwin' up

I been rappin' nigga, so what? I'ma be so fuckin' honest

These new niggas really fuckin' suck

I'm Kyrie, I'm gon' get a buck