Yeah
It's Kay
Bitch I'm ruthless like the coupe is
Everything I cop be stupid this some new shit
I don't fuck with niggas, they be choosing
He said you only call to use me
I'm like duh bae, thought you knew this
These my brothers
They gone do it if I tell them boys to do it
They'll bust up your medulla lil daddy, you better use it
I ride him doing the dash while I listen to my music
Fuck around and get shot by a sweetheart like I'm Cupid
For real
RIP KA$H
I smoke a whole thing then I open up another one
Gotta know that thing tucked so girl ain't no jumping nothing
I smoke so much gas, it ain't shit I can be running from
Pistol in my undergarments
Sound off like a thunderstorm
Laid back smoking underarm
He on me like this under armor
I don't mind cutting up
Cause KayKay never cutting corners
One love for all my supporters
100 shots for all informers
Pretty bitch drunk asking me if I can kiss her
In the suburb I check the mail with my pistol
I don't wanna hear that bullshit
You better whisper
These niggas tricking for attention
Yeah I got a list of em
Capping bitch get out of hand then ima fist her
Big Kay
Big G Queen
She too official
I ain't never been the one that you can come and talk your shit to
I'm sending bullets sounding like some missles
And I'm quick tell a nigga
Do you
But move wrong ima shoot you
I ain't got time for a nigga bitch I'm Klu Klu
He like I'm scared to lose you
Cause KayKay you the doo doo
He love to go down I just watch him like he Hulu
No I don't tweet, ima leave that to the birds
Bitch I'll do some shit I can't put in this verse
Bitch I'll do some shit you ain't heard
Stay alert
Reach for me
Then I reach for my purse
You gone learn
Steady income coming from the Jack to the Hurst
And if you ain't from around here you can't stand up on this curb
I'll have you knocked off from your words
Better hursh
It's like happy hour on a hot day how he slurp
What up Jay?
In the presence of a sauce nigga
You a lost nigga
Ouu we tryna run 'em down
Really tryna hawk niggas
Really spilling how I'm living
I think I done taught niggas
You don't really want no smoke
Bail in exhaust nigga
I don't ask in advance
Just a man with a plan
Got the black ski mask
With a strap in my hand
Hit the scene with a scheme
Leave with packs in my hand
If the time overlap
Ima hit for a bag
93 gas bag
Octane, can't pass
Lead on me young nigga
No pen, no pad
Yeah I want it all cash
Used to jack for them bands
Hit a nigga up
Then we tryna catch his other mans
In the trenches with gorillas tryna stretch em for the bag
This 100 round drum but I bought another mag
If you ain't really about the money then you going out sad
I don't bless em, I ain't a reverend
My confession just finesse em
Then I'm going to the next one
Burn the neck, we ain't sexing
Put my kids on her complexion
But I'm tryna get a check
And you just flexing to impress her
But I'm down to finesse her
Let a nigga say it's pressure, we gone show that boy a stretcher
Gang
(SauceLord)