KU Kony
Hopped in the studio, fuck getting hoes.
Tryna make this shit big, make this pop
Make this guap, pull up these socks
With the Gucci flip flops
Fuck your bitch, she a thot
Ku Kony on the beat, man don't wanna press me
Wind up dead, chop off your head. Leave you lying in the street
She stays staring on the pri, want to nibble this meat
Play hard to get, then see the bread. Two secs, get on her knees
All these fake hoes ain't worth my time. Walk away jakes, before I get my nine
Shout out BlacksoxX, them guys my slimes. Don't know no rats, don't know 6ix9ines
Get your baby, 'fore she gone give me this whine
She'll leave with me then come home lying
Bought a fat sack, boutta go get fried
Chief Keef'd a pound, now my eyes blind
Keep my mind on the money, that's why they call me King
I'm winning all of the rings, I'll make this RPK sing
Muzzle flash, the bullets flying. Look out! Your homie's dying
Lay on the floor, he crying.
Slatt slatt slatt. My slimes know the tings
Good sex! She loves the geet so I give that
I fuck for free, you gone tip that. No bitch I need, so I ditch that
Uh uh, big facts. Don't own a printer, these big fax
Roll up a spliff, yeah it's big gas. Don't smoke no mid, boy that shit whack
You know that I'm the top shotta, imma run up and come rob ya
Cookin' the crack like some pasta, I got the hoes like Mo Bamba
Rockin some Dolce Gabanna. Extendo long, it's a banana
Madder than Tony Montana... KU Kony's he's the Mazza
(The Mazza!)
Tryna make this shit big, make this pop
Make this guap, pull up these socks
With the Gucci flip flops
Fuck your bitch, she a thot
Ku Kony on the beat, man don't wanna press me
Wind up dead, chop off your head. Leave you lying in the street
She stays staring on the pri, want to nibble this meat
Play hard to get, then see the bread. Two secs, get on her knees
All these fake hoes ain't worth my time. Walk away jakes, before I get my nine
Shout out BlacksoxX, them guys my slimes. Don't know no rats, don't know 6ix9ines
Get your baby, 'fore she gone give me this whine
She'll leave with me then come home lying
Bought a fat sack, boutta go get fried
Chief Keef'd a pound, now my eyes blind
Keep my mind on the money, that's why they call me King
I'm winning all of the rings, I'll make this RPK sing
Muzzle flash, the bullets flying. Look out! Your homie's dying
Lay on the floor, he crying.
Slatt slatt slatt. My slimes know the tings
Good sex! She loves the geet so I give that
I fuck for free, you gone tip that. No bitch I need, so I ditch that
Uh uh, big facts. Don't own a printer, these big fax
Roll up a spliff, yeah it's big gas. Don't smoke no mid, boy that shit whack
You know that I'm the top shotta, imma run up and come rob ya
Cookin' the crack like some pasta, I got the hoes like Mo Bamba
Rockin some Dolce Gabanna. Extendo long, it's a banana
Madder than Tony Montana... KU Kony's he's the Mazza
(The Mazza!)
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Writer(s): King Uchekwe
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