K.K! Lyrics

Damn Glocky, you didn't have to do him like that

It's G-Mo

Not regular, Ruth Chris for dinner

I wouldn't hit that fat bitch, but it's just my opinion

And I might sock him out, but depends how I'm feeling

Stop clutching on a BB, you don't got a real weapon

And all these suckers talking shit, but I ain't really stepping

If he's slippin late night in the streets, we gon' catch him

Yo boy went to go snitch, and you sat there and let him

Cold demon on my shoulder saying, dance with the devil

Four lines, six woods, I'm getting lazy

Two goons, two Glocks with no safety

He was running way quick, but I'm still gon' chase him

And if he fire from me with this pill, I'm gon' lace him

And I ain't talking too much, I keep counting these franklins

Trapping late night with the packs in the basement

And if the Johnny's catch up, I ain't making no statements

Bitch, you can't kick it here if you ain't giving no payment

Money coming, I'll follow

She want bread, she getting out it

Suck him out, cause I got it

Blood gushing like lava

If I spot him, I got him

If we catch him, we stomp him

If you know us, you know we handle the problems

When she off the cusp, she be acting real different

I started getting bored, I had to switch the positions

I ain't come here to talk, let's just get to the business

Yo homie got sucked out, cause he was looking suspicious

Man fucking nine to five, I ain't cleaning no dishes

Catch me cooking up late night in the kitchen

If you slide me a pack, then I bet you I'll flip it

And this juice getting to me, I'm starting to feel it

All that internet, bang it, you chipped off

Bitch, I got my lean, I'm finna lift off

He be talking bout some bitches, that's some bitch talk

I'm a cusp, back to back, shooting niggas, then they lift off

I fuck with my blues, but I ain't talking bout that crypt talk

Run up on a nigga, then I get off

Free JP and T, they some drug masters

Pack a nigga out, then I light me up a wood after

Nigga, I don't play, I'm a motherfucking hoodmaster

Nigga, I'm a hoodmaster

When I hop out, I'm sending shots at his whole crew

Nigga, fuck Flint, I don't even fucking know dude

And if he was gunning, I'ma have to pull the knee now

Kirby bugging this nigga, tryna crack on Nina now

Walked out game, we left his brains in the scene

I just bug out every time that I touch the lean

Fist walk, high tech, nigga fuck the green

A nigga 16, with a Glock 23

4-5-5-5-6, shooting real through his neck

That dumb nigga lacking, should've shot with his tech

Now his mama crying, cause he ain't make it to 23

A young nigga balling, got me feeling like 23

A young nigga loving the way these bitches be feeling me

The opp niggas never spin, they just dissing me

And all my ex bitches texting me if they miss me