Itachi!
Smoke too much dope I think I need a detox
Eyes red as shit I feel like an Uchiha
You niggas ain't in the league I can see why
Get to bussin this choppa gon' kick like it's FIFA
Movin' in silence won't know when I creep up
Everything cool til I blow like a creeper
Niggas can't fuck with the flow can ya keep up
Stand where you stand you can't run when it heats up
Holdin' the heat wit my ice on
You don't gotta turn the lights on
Fuck on your harlot to my song
Life a gamble so don't roll ya dice wrong
Whole lotta business in my phone
Killin' these hoes with a blindfold
I ain't have to slap a fuck nigga yet so I'm endin' my day on a high note
Stay in ya place and just follow ya orders
Hit the supplier and cop me a quarter
Swim with the sharks you gon die in the water
Stay in the kitchen I feel like Cat Cora
Handle this shit with finesse yes imma fuck up the game, I don't follow the forum
Run down on 'em with a mask no Majora
Seal that shit up then we crossin' the border
Oppa said he want the smoke but I'm Bangalore
I can assure that I'm not what you ready for
Pull up on you with my shooter, he make something cinimatic that's what he won a Emmy for
Kickin' down any door
I don't care anymore
You wanna kill me but I know it's many more
I heard ya new shit that shit had me hella bored
You brought a knife 'cus you didn't know I had a sword
They try to plot but I'm peepin' they strategy
I just been poppin' my shit why they mad at me?
Try fuck my bitch you get shot where ya bladder be
I graduated from stepper academy
Bitch it's DaVinci it's not Donetello
Choppa say hello, turn 'em to gelo
Sound like a muhfuckin' beast when it bellow
Servin' the base like I'm playin the cello
(I do this shit with a blindfold)
(Runnin' the game wit my eyes closed)
(I ain't have to slap a fuck nigga yet so I'm endin' my day on a high note) Kj The Kidd!
Bitch I'm the best what the fuck is a top three
That nigga claim he a goat but he not me
I feel like Naruto, told him believe it, rolled him in a leaf and I smoke 'em
Eyes red like Itachi
Pull up I fold that boy up or origami
Step out the crib in some new Murakami
Heard that boy dissin' on me I pull up to his hood
Know that I'm shootin' like Rodney
No you are not me, no one can stop me
I met that bitch at the Apex, Octane
That boy was tryna play hero John Wayne
Copyin' all of my moves like Kakashi
I'm sippin' tea in yo hood feel like Jahseh
Yo bitch gon' slurp on my straw like it's coffee
I heard he stay with his gang but this planetary devastation wipe you and yo posse (woah)
Still on a killin' spree
Just like a Christmas light up yo amenities
You think she bad but that bitch like a six to me
Still got my dick in her mouth like it's Listerine
This off the dome like to glisten no Mr. Clean
Heard that boy sendin' some shots but he missin' me
I don't know why all these gay niggas dissin' me
Manifest smoke, I pop up like epiphanies
So we could get up if you wanna
I smoke that boy call him Mara-ji -wana
Then hop in ship and start swerving through corners
Yo cut this shit shorter just know you a goner
Sick as a bitch I ain't talkin corona
Block ice on my neck and my wrist Minnesota
Like I said I swear to god if a fuck nigga reach for my chain then he won't see his momma
Smoke too much dope I think I need a detox
Shawty make noise on my meat like she beat box
Told the bih ride on my dick til her knees lock
And she gotta go we can't kick it like Reebok
Young nigga floatin' I'm high as a tree top
.40 clip blazin' his ass like his seat hot
They be like Kj how you go dummy on everything I had to tell 'em you see I
Smoke too much dope I think I need a detox
Eyes red as shit I feel like an Uchiha
You niggas ain't in the league I can see why
Get to bussin this choppa gon' kick like it's FIFA
Movin' in silence won't know when I creep up
Everything cool til I blow like a creeper
Niggas can't fuck with the flow can ya keep up
Stand where you stand you can't run when it heats up
Holdin' the heat wit my ice on
You don't gotta turn the lights on
Fuck on your harlot to my song
Life a gamble so don't roll ya dice wrong
Whole lotta business in my phone
Killin' these hoes with a blindfold
I ain't have to slap a fuck nigga yet so I'm endin' my day on a high note
Eyes red as shit I feel like an Uchiha
You niggas ain't in the league I can see why
Get to bussin this choppa gon' kick like it's FIFA
Movin' in silence won't know when I creep up
Everything cool til I blow like a creeper
Niggas can't fuck with the flow can ya keep up
Stand where you stand you can't run when it heats up
Holdin' the heat wit my ice on
You don't gotta turn the lights on
Fuck on your harlot to my song
Life a gamble so don't roll ya dice wrong
Whole lotta business in my phone
Killin' these hoes with a blindfold
I ain't have to slap a fuck nigga yet so I'm endin' my day on a high note
Stay in ya place and just follow ya orders
Hit the supplier and cop me a quarter
Swim with the sharks you gon die in the water
Stay in the kitchen I feel like Cat Cora
Handle this shit with finesse yes imma fuck up the game, I don't follow the forum
Run down on 'em with a mask no Majora
Seal that shit up then we crossin' the border
Oppa said he want the smoke but I'm Bangalore
I can assure that I'm not what you ready for
Pull up on you with my shooter, he make something cinimatic that's what he won a Emmy for
Kickin' down any door
I don't care anymore
You wanna kill me but I know it's many more
I heard ya new shit that shit had me hella bored
You brought a knife 'cus you didn't know I had a sword
They try to plot but I'm peepin' they strategy
I just been poppin' my shit why they mad at me?
Try fuck my bitch you get shot where ya bladder be
I graduated from stepper academy
Bitch it's DaVinci it's not Donetello
Choppa say hello, turn 'em to gelo
Sound like a muhfuckin' beast when it bellow
Servin' the base like I'm playin the cello
(I do this shit with a blindfold)
(Runnin' the game wit my eyes closed)
(I ain't have to slap a fuck nigga yet so I'm endin' my day on a high note) Kj The Kidd!
Bitch I'm the best what the fuck is a top three
That nigga claim he a goat but he not me
I feel like Naruto, told him believe it, rolled him in a leaf and I smoke 'em
Eyes red like Itachi
Pull up I fold that boy up or origami
Step out the crib in some new Murakami
Heard that boy dissin' on me I pull up to his hood
Know that I'm shootin' like Rodney
No you are not me, no one can stop me
I met that bitch at the Apex, Octane
That boy was tryna play hero John Wayne
Copyin' all of my moves like Kakashi
I'm sippin' tea in yo hood feel like Jahseh
Yo bitch gon' slurp on my straw like it's coffee
I heard he stay with his gang but this planetary devastation wipe you and yo posse (woah)
Still on a killin' spree
Just like a Christmas light up yo amenities
You think she bad but that bitch like a six to me
Still got my dick in her mouth like it's Listerine
This off the dome like to glisten no Mr. Clean
Heard that boy sendin' some shots but he missin' me
I don't know why all these gay niggas dissin' me
Manifest smoke, I pop up like epiphanies
So we could get up if you wanna
I smoke that boy call him Mara-ji -wana
Then hop in ship and start swerving through corners
Yo cut this shit shorter just know you a goner
Sick as a bitch I ain't talkin corona
Block ice on my neck and my wrist Minnesota
Like I said I swear to god if a fuck nigga reach for my chain then he won't see his momma
Smoke too much dope I think I need a detox
Shawty make noise on my meat like she beat box
Told the bih ride on my dick til her knees lock
And she gotta go we can't kick it like Reebok
Young nigga floatin' I'm high as a tree top
.40 clip blazin' his ass like his seat hot
They be like Kj how you go dummy on everything I had to tell 'em you see I
Smoke too much dope I think I need a detox
Eyes red as shit I feel like an Uchiha
You niggas ain't in the league I can see why
Get to bussin this choppa gon' kick like it's FIFA
Movin' in silence won't know when I creep up
Everything cool til I blow like a creeper
Niggas can't fuck with the flow can ya keep up
Stand where you stand you can't run when it heats up
Holdin' the heat wit my ice on
You don't gotta turn the lights on
Fuck on your harlot to my song
Life a gamble so don't roll ya dice wrong
Whole lotta business in my phone
Killin' these hoes with a blindfold
I ain't have to slap a fuck nigga yet so I'm endin' my day on a high note
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Writer(s): Kyle Parrish
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