KET
K-E-T
KET
K-E-T
KET
Mans like KET
Wolfman KET
K-E-T
KET
K-E-T
KET
Mans like KET
Wolfman KET
I crank up, skirt off, zoom
Only pop out when the sun down
No one's seen me in a blue moon
I crank up, skirt off, zoom
Only pop out when the sun down
No one's seen me in a blue moon
Another Twenty-four to figure how to make six
Never worked towards a Doctorate
Got a lot of patience
Now my degrees way too high
Think I'm making fake temps
I know he from the block
Yeah that one that makes simps
To me it makes no sense
I still don't want none of yours
The only time I'm taking two is if we talking doors
I was feeling morbid, then remembered I'm immortal
Lights beaming down the side of the Bimmer
I just opened up a portal
Swerving the German is protocol
It will never change
Can't tell when I learned if a bird gon' call,
better not be out your name
Made a little change to spend on a chain
Almost fumbled trying to maintain
Flew out to celebrate more life, then straight to the plane
For now I'm back from vacation and back to the lab
Back in the gym and I'm back to the bag
Avoiding how I used to be back then with my back to the ropes
When I was down bad
Sipping some Teflon, ducking a bimbo
Lifestyle all Chevron, no Brembo
I need enough for an Enzo, and more
Forrest Gump, run it past the end zone
K-E-T
KET
K-E-T
KET
Mans like KET
Wolfman KET
K-E-T
KET
K-E-T
KET
Mans like KET
Wolfman KET
I crank up, skirt off, zoom
Only pop out when the sun down
No one's seen me in a blue moon
I crank up, skirt off, zoom
Only pop out when the sun down
No one's seen me in a blue moon
Twenty-four hours to make and then lay out at least one good plan
You moving like twelve, while I bring home the bacon,
but I don't cook ham
You might need a boost
I'm ensuring everybody that you're a shook man
Won't stop 'till got stans in all states that know rap is in good hands
On the way from the ATM
This just in
You hear the news
Pocket looking like a Jazz club full of old men with Blues
I know she feeling me
She's my substitute
Trust me, I know I'm lit
Just don't gas me when
I crank up, skirt off, zoom
Only pop out when the sun down
No one's seen me in a blue moon
I crank up, skirt off, zoom
Only pop out when the sun down
No one's seen me in a blue moon
KET
KET
Yeah
C
KET
KET
Yeah
C
KET
K-E-T
KET
Mans like KET
Wolfman KET
K-E-T
KET
K-E-T
KET
Mans like KET
Wolfman KET
I crank up, skirt off, zoom
Only pop out when the sun down
No one's seen me in a blue moon
I crank up, skirt off, zoom
Only pop out when the sun down
No one's seen me in a blue moon
Another Twenty-four to figure how to make six
Never worked towards a Doctorate
Got a lot of patience
Now my degrees way too high
Think I'm making fake temps
I know he from the block
Yeah that one that makes simps
To me it makes no sense
I still don't want none of yours
The only time I'm taking two is if we talking doors
I was feeling morbid, then remembered I'm immortal
Lights beaming down the side of the Bimmer
I just opened up a portal
Swerving the German is protocol
It will never change
Can't tell when I learned if a bird gon' call,
better not be out your name
Made a little change to spend on a chain
Almost fumbled trying to maintain
Flew out to celebrate more life, then straight to the plane
For now I'm back from vacation and back to the lab
Back in the gym and I'm back to the bag
Avoiding how I used to be back then with my back to the ropes
When I was down bad
Sipping some Teflon, ducking a bimbo
Lifestyle all Chevron, no Brembo
I need enough for an Enzo, and more
Forrest Gump, run it past the end zone
K-E-T
KET
K-E-T
KET
Mans like KET
Wolfman KET
K-E-T
KET
K-E-T
KET
Mans like KET
Wolfman KET
I crank up, skirt off, zoom
Only pop out when the sun down
No one's seen me in a blue moon
I crank up, skirt off, zoom
Only pop out when the sun down
No one's seen me in a blue moon
Twenty-four hours to make and then lay out at least one good plan
You moving like twelve, while I bring home the bacon,
but I don't cook ham
You might need a boost
I'm ensuring everybody that you're a shook man
Won't stop 'till got stans in all states that know rap is in good hands
On the way from the ATM
This just in
You hear the news
Pocket looking like a Jazz club full of old men with Blues
I know she feeling me
She's my substitute
Trust me, I know I'm lit
Just don't gas me when
I crank up, skirt off, zoom
Only pop out when the sun down
No one's seen me in a blue moon
I crank up, skirt off, zoom
Only pop out when the sun down
No one's seen me in a blue moon
KET
KET
Yeah
C
KET
KET
Yeah
C
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Writer(s): Kadeen Thomas
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