Fast, Stop
Fast, run around
Stop, gun them down
He talking reckless on the wrong side of town
Almost got charge with a rico, crossing the border with pounds
Niggas be acting goofy around this bitch, like bozo the clown
Them niggas hot boys
Better watch who you be around
Draco busting 808, bullets loud like surround sound
KTO my business, if you think different, we gun them down
Four pockets full, all this money got my pants weighting down
Turnt up in this bitch
Off the drank
Smoking loud
That shit stank
Run down on them
In a tank
Ain't on my level
Up your rank
I raise the rate up in my city, my nigga fuck what you think
Put you in my cross hair
Hit your top point blank
Life is like a race
Got to keep straight to keep up the pace
You aim quick to show your name
And I'm on point no matter the range
Pilled up anger
You would think I was locked in a cage
Like a crazy ape, can't keep ya mouth shut, it's time to bring the tape
You ain't never put food on my plate
Did it on my own so they steady gonna hate
He turned federal, better stay in yo lane
We don't fuck with no snitches put one to your brain
You know wassup with me I got that choppa let it bang
I'm chilling with my gang up in this hoe
We gonna let it blow
You know what is up with bino, I'm stacking up my dough
I told that bitch leave me the fuck alone stop blowing up my phone
I'm just tryna go to the crib and smoke one to my dome
Fast, run around
Stop, gun them down
He talking reckless on the wrong side of town
Almost got charge with a rico, crossing the border with pounds
Niggas be acting goofy around this bitch, like bozo the clown
Them niggas hot boys
Better watch who you be around
Draco bussing 808, bullets loud like surround sound
KTO my business, if you think different, we gun them down
Four pockets full, all this money got my pants weighting down
My niggas standing on ten toes they never fall
Bout the business & we finna go ball
I don't fuck with y'all, bitch stay up out my way
In my TRX bitch and I am switching lanes
I got a Rolls Royce Cullinan I bought it yesterday for cash
You cant fuck with me i got the 38 put you on blast
Rich nigga shit I only smoke that pressure pack that gas
Yeah put you on your ass if you talking shit
If you ain't bout KTO then ion wanna hear shit
Sliding for my bros, dump the Glock never gonna miss
Quit all that fussing, I don't want to hear none of that bitch shit
You gonna meet your maker when I'm dumping out this clip
30 rounds to be exact
Hollow tips knock you off your track
Failed once then I bounce back
Drowsy as fuck sipping on that yak
Niggas really wanna see me fall
Keep it on me bitch I'm never gonna lack
Brother slide through and he gonna take you off the map
Fast, run around
Stop, gun them down
He talking reckless on the wrong side of town
Almost got charge with a rico, crossing the border with pounds
Niggas be acting goofy around this bitch, like bozo the clown
Them niggas hot boys
Better watch who you be around
Draco bussing 808, bullets loud like surround sound
KTO my business, if you think different, we gun 'em down
Four pockets full, all this money got my pants weighting down
Stop, gun them down
He talking reckless on the wrong side of town
Almost got charge with a rico, crossing the border with pounds
Niggas be acting goofy around this bitch, like bozo the clown
Them niggas hot boys
Better watch who you be around
Draco busting 808, bullets loud like surround sound
KTO my business, if you think different, we gun them down
Four pockets full, all this money got my pants weighting down
Turnt up in this bitch
Off the drank
Smoking loud
That shit stank
Run down on them
In a tank
Ain't on my level
Up your rank
I raise the rate up in my city, my nigga fuck what you think
Put you in my cross hair
Hit your top point blank
Life is like a race
Got to keep straight to keep up the pace
You aim quick to show your name
And I'm on point no matter the range
Pilled up anger
You would think I was locked in a cage
Like a crazy ape, can't keep ya mouth shut, it's time to bring the tape
You ain't never put food on my plate
Did it on my own so they steady gonna hate
He turned federal, better stay in yo lane
We don't fuck with no snitches put one to your brain
You know wassup with me I got that choppa let it bang
I'm chilling with my gang up in this hoe
We gonna let it blow
You know what is up with bino, I'm stacking up my dough
I told that bitch leave me the fuck alone stop blowing up my phone
I'm just tryna go to the crib and smoke one to my dome
Fast, run around
Stop, gun them down
He talking reckless on the wrong side of town
Almost got charge with a rico, crossing the border with pounds
Niggas be acting goofy around this bitch, like bozo the clown
Them niggas hot boys
Better watch who you be around
Draco bussing 808, bullets loud like surround sound
KTO my business, if you think different, we gun them down
Four pockets full, all this money got my pants weighting down
My niggas standing on ten toes they never fall
Bout the business & we finna go ball
I don't fuck with y'all, bitch stay up out my way
In my TRX bitch and I am switching lanes
I got a Rolls Royce Cullinan I bought it yesterday for cash
You cant fuck with me i got the 38 put you on blast
Rich nigga shit I only smoke that pressure pack that gas
Yeah put you on your ass if you talking shit
If you ain't bout KTO then ion wanna hear shit
Sliding for my bros, dump the Glock never gonna miss
Quit all that fussing, I don't want to hear none of that bitch shit
You gonna meet your maker when I'm dumping out this clip
30 rounds to be exact
Hollow tips knock you off your track
Failed once then I bounce back
Drowsy as fuck sipping on that yak
Niggas really wanna see me fall
Keep it on me bitch I'm never gonna lack
Brother slide through and he gonna take you off the map
Fast, run around
Stop, gun them down
He talking reckless on the wrong side of town
Almost got charge with a rico, crossing the border with pounds
Niggas be acting goofy around this bitch, like bozo the clown
Them niggas hot boys
Better watch who you be around
Draco bussing 808, bullets loud like surround sound
KTO my business, if you think different, we gun 'em down
Four pockets full, all this money got my pants weighting down
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Writer(s): Biner Ali
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