KC Undercover

She spy like KC undercover

Hit glisten shine, I just might have to blow your cover

Got hella sticks, pop out, we'll give them bullets to you

Swervin' too fast, slow down, the V6 moving for ya

Gotta flash this style on ya, gotta crash the sky all on ya

Fax my shit, file the money, havin' a ball, child

I couldn't believe when I saw my first band, I went wild

You know what they say, when you get that money, you'll be wildin' out

How you think you worth shit, then you fall off the earth

How the hell you talkin' shit, but endin' up worse

This choppa will give you an answer, it can't put it to words, though