K Town (feat. Avi, K6 Beatz & Lit June)
Hear I go kicking down all them damn doors
Glocks will blow hitting licks on the damn stove
With the bros ready to take over the whole city
I'll blow up bring my niggas all with me
Ain't nobody fuck with no hoes
Sorry nigga with my crew
Get a nigga hit with you
I be riding in the coupe
Chain wrist get a nigga hit with you
Chain wrist get a nigga hit with you
Busting them shots while I'm hitting them up
Switching bodies gone drop while I climb to the top
Up on a mission I down competition
I smoke them blunt while I've been reminiscing
They talking that shit I'm filling up clips
Gonna get me a bag and keep this music intense
Black John Wick Black foreign whips
They know what it is designer my fits
Jump out the crib we've been solving them quiz
Some locations been popped up from some blocks I slid
From Vegas to Kansas my best friend is Spanish
From city to city they know that I'm lit
Never gone stop cause I'm up on a topic
The city the hottest I'm never forgotten
Pull to the scene with my crew looking mean
Popping some shots and they timing me
Bar to bar
Audemars
Foreign cars
Yeah that's how we do it
Pull on y'all yeah we just going up yeah yeah Molotov
Drinking on liquor the flames
Spitting some game
Gas propane
Hitting these licks and all y'all niggas be lames
Switching y'all lames
I got a new Wraith switching those lanes
Get geeked on y'all
I pull up that's game
Trapping through the streets and I'm humming to the beat
Got the bands up behind me like catch some tea
Sippin up the drank that I poured ain't henny
But the girl right besides me and she stank like Jessie
It's that old Disney shit but it's past me
Just been grinding out here in the pm's Whitney's on my feet
Hate how all these rappers out here trying to flex on me
They should already know I'm the damn King
Got all this Gucci on my feet
Some sandles, Cross the sea
Ain't no BB trench coat but I'm still droppin B's
I'm the chef in the kitchen and I'm making all this beef
But I don't start that shit cuz ain't no bird tweet
Pull up Kawasaki me with my bro's we slurping two liters
All I see is ice dripping in the cold freezer
It's that will smith shit
Underground but low key
Say you got a girl then why she blowing me
Glocks will blow hitting licks on the damn stove
With the bros ready to take over the whole city
I'll blow up bring my niggas all with me
Ain't nobody fuck with no hoes
Sorry nigga with my crew
Get a nigga hit with you
I be riding in the coupe
Chain wrist get a nigga hit with you
Chain wrist get a nigga hit with you
Busting them shots while I'm hitting them up
Switching bodies gone drop while I climb to the top
Up on a mission I down competition
I smoke them blunt while I've been reminiscing
They talking that shit I'm filling up clips
Gonna get me a bag and keep this music intense
Black John Wick Black foreign whips
They know what it is designer my fits
Jump out the crib we've been solving them quiz
Some locations been popped up from some blocks I slid
From Vegas to Kansas my best friend is Spanish
From city to city they know that I'm lit
Never gone stop cause I'm up on a topic
The city the hottest I'm never forgotten
Pull to the scene with my crew looking mean
Popping some shots and they timing me
Bar to bar
Audemars
Foreign cars
Yeah that's how we do it
Pull on y'all yeah we just going up yeah yeah Molotov
Drinking on liquor the flames
Spitting some game
Gas propane
Hitting these licks and all y'all niggas be lames
Switching y'all lames
I got a new Wraith switching those lanes
Get geeked on y'all
I pull up that's game
Trapping through the streets and I'm humming to the beat
Got the bands up behind me like catch some tea
Sippin up the drank that I poured ain't henny
But the girl right besides me and she stank like Jessie
It's that old Disney shit but it's past me
Just been grinding out here in the pm's Whitney's on my feet
Hate how all these rappers out here trying to flex on me
They should already know I'm the damn King
Got all this Gucci on my feet
Some sandles, Cross the sea
Ain't no BB trench coat but I'm still droppin B's
I'm the chef in the kitchen and I'm making all this beef
But I don't start that shit cuz ain't no bird tweet
Pull up Kawasaki me with my bro's we slurping two liters
All I see is ice dripping in the cold freezer
It's that will smith shit
Underground but low key
Say you got a girl then why she blowing me
Credits
Writer(s): Evan Huang
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