Kilo Bounce

Yeah uh
I know the city like the back of my hand
Wanna map it my faction 'bout action don't think you'd understand
What's cracking I'm stacking my bread and I fry the wings in the pan
Straight mackin she got an accent came from Jackson
Drove straight to the M damn
But I done earned a whole new mentality
Come combat with me I'll show you your mortality
Fuck with me it might get fatal
I be on my grown man shit you just prenatal
It's all a fable
Bitch I'm dirty like I didn't take a bath
Come correct with the money muthafucka do ya math
I'm on the path past enlightenment
Left hand finger roll but I move righteously
There ain't no typos cash app cash out
Ain't fuckin with white folks
Might black out then make a bitch tap out
I dropped album of the year
And they want me to snap now?
No phones just snapcodes to these bitches they can hit me on snap now
I said
Move bitch get out the way your weak vibe is ludacris
I get nervous bout my friends is they gon' do what Judas did?
Catch a bad break get put to sleep like Sudafed
I can shift your paradigm all the way from blue to red
Shit when Treezy pull up
That's minimum two to the head
Had a bad bitch on the couch
And then we moved to the bed
We don't hash shit out
We just removing your hedge
I can look past this now
I pay my respects to the dead

Hey sewer rat may taste like pumpkin pie
But I'd never know cause I wouldn't eat the filthy muthafucka

Cause probation no vacation gotta staycation no rat racing
Gotta pick and choose who I ride with
Pick and choose who I side with
No top downs no small coupes no two doors I'm too big for that
Fake friends and loose ends only truth man I dig for that
Marathon and lightweight and commando on a kill streak
I talk that talk and I stand on it
Exactly how the fuckin' real speak
Got that type of shit that
Make ya feel geeked



Credits
Writer(s): Nicholas Astin
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