Kilos & Krigs Lyrics

That's Lil Jah, Red Dirt On The Beat

Aye man, you know what we doin' man, for real man

Only Red Dirt can make a beat like this

Yode yode yode, yode yode yode

Yada yada yada, yada yada yada

All the bitches just yode yode yode, yode yode

All the bitches just yode yode yode, yode yode

They just yode yode, aye

Vrrtt, vrrtt, vrrtt

Totin' a Kilo, totin' a Krig

Nigga ya dig, This shit gon' knock off ya wig

Krig shoot seven.62, Kilo shoot five.56

Think it's them drugs, Kilo a gun lil bitch ain't no brick

Bricks, bricks, you know Red Dirt got a stick

Sticks, sticks, I gotta bag full of money and tricks

Tricks, and sticks, 100 round mags hold it down till it clicks

FAP in the mix, making them moves that you cannot predict

Kilos and Krigs

Kilos and Krigs

I'm pullin' the trig

I pull on that trig

Kilos and Krigs

Light you up and get smoked like a blunt

Get smoked like a blunt

Pick up the bounty now we on the hunt

Krigs and Kilos

Blow off his leg hope he up on amino

Call in a helo I don't think he know

We got his drop, throwing bullets like Geno

Boy, get ya cake up you need to wake up .40 gon serve you a decappuccino

Bringing in racks like we hit the casino fuck around, treat my bitch to Valentino

Get off the court, you steady jackin CBG, but you keep getting guarded

Brad EBK off the perc act retarded

Back out the whip DG shoot it like Harden

Them hittas come through let off shots on the block now it's hot the shit lit like the garden

This bitch in the whip, suckin dick, gave me lip, and I dip in that foreign

You gon be broke and upset

After I snatch them diamonds off ya neck

Loaded up, ready for war like a vet

Baddie brunette give me neck in a vette

Run through a clip without breaking a sweat

My shooters gon dump out the V, no regret

Don't pull up on me bitch you ain't a threat

I Keep the Tec-nine tucked in my tech

Totin' a Kilo, totin' a Krig

Nigga ya dig, This shit gon' knock off ya wig

Krig shoot seven.62, Kilo shoot five.56

Think it's them drugs, Kilo a gun lil bitch ain't no brick

Bricks, bricks, you know Red Dirt got a stick

Sticks, sticks, I gotta bag full of money and tricks

Tricks, and sticks, 100 round mags hold it down till it clicks

FAP in the mix, making them moves that you cannot predict

They like Red, whatchu doin' with a gun

I rather shoot than get shot, so I be movin' with a gun

Boy yo ass finna get popped with this 50 cal, nigga you better run

This desert eagle got a full metal jacket hit you it's a one-and-done

You best believe I got that 45, the Glock painted gold it's a one-of-one

Is you gon blow cuz' I'm shootin' right back, hit or miss it's a one-and-one

The drum hold a buck of them full metal jackets, you don't want this one-on-one

There's no need to bring out them toys they be frontin, they really don't want none

Aye, man they really don't want none

These bitches be on my nuts

This dick make these bitches go nuts

I don't give it, I don't give a fuck

These bitches, they fuck, and they suck

Keep ya distance, you tryna get up

Keep ya distance, they gon' set you up

Keep a Krig in case I gotta bust