K.C Cypher (2024 edition) ft. zy! Lyrics

Kappa Crows, big fucking money

I got Rick on me, It's like I got the flu

Yeah, I'm bad baby, Tell me what you tryna do

Get to the bag baby, They can't match my swag baby

My swag

Posted up, gang geeked as fuck

Lemme nutt, Off the shrooms, Call that suck bubble slop

Bitch It's Lil zy better turn me up

And I'm in a fucking club, I'm selling drugs

I've been taking fat bags, You don't know what's up

If I drop another tab, I'm going dumb as fuck

I was off the drank, What you say to me

You ain't talking much you Kappa Crows to me

She's a real one, I am talking next to me

Up late night, off the amphetamine

I've been planting seeds under the Kappa Tree

You ain't got no money, So simply cannot fuck with me

Kappa Crows, big fucking money

Simply cannot fuck with me

I got too much money in my wallet, Folding me

Motherfucker, Yeah, I fold the crease

I got 20, 30, 40 bands, yeah, Upon me

Yeah, Like five, four, three, two, one, Bitches over me

Yeah, They over me

Guess what, I can't fuck with older me

Don't fuck with I, Me or Zy, We blow your head

Kappa Crows like a bunch of beanies, We so overhead

Switching flows every couple seconds, Yeah, I'm out my head

I make hits, I make hits, Hits while I'm off the meds

I think shit, I think shit, Shit, I might go and pop your head

I might go outside and get some motherfucking bread again

Like a toaster, Bitchass I just told ya

How to get the bread and how to live it, But you won't, Yeah

Lie, Lie, Lie, You a bitch ass yuh I told you

But you won't, Yeah, Nothing you gon' fold yeah

Yah

Shit

2024, Freestyle