K.O.T.S Freestyle
I ain't never coming back, no it's not probable
You ain't want the beef, caught the whopper, that's impossible
Spring it out to me on the three KD, that's unstoppable
Homie run up in your shit, steal all your valuables
He don't even need a fucking mask
He's in and out of there five minutes, easy task
Know a lot of people try to stab me in my back
I don't wish anyone had to go through that
Telling me you love me, girl, I saw that blue cap
Never gonna settle till I got that new Maybach
Yeah, I have all this pain, you're the one that made that
You too gross, you too close, know you gotta stay back
Turn your back on me, then started showing fake love
Go ahead and test it, I'll show you what I'm made of
Homie, you go to prison, he'll get behind them bars
Left my heart broken, so he left you with some scars
King of the street, no, he'll leave you blind
You stab me in my heart, he'll shoot you in your eye
King of the street, no, he'll leave you blind
You stab me in my heart, he'll shoot you in your eye
Way its going now, know my heart is way different
You ain't never stop to think all the pain I got in it
Would you just stop there, just stop for a minute
You only thought about yourself, that's your main vision
You might wanna change, cause you're doing all that sinning
I don't know why you think you can just play me
No lights, all dark, shit is getting shady
Homie Nick got a three like, Tracy McGrady
Love better be real, not a fucking myth
Homie light you up like GarrettB55th
Better go hide your kids, it's a murder broad day
I don't like murder songs, what am I supposed to say
Wanted to make a sad song about the pain I face
But not right now, not the right headspace
And you better stay the fuck from me, better know your place
Cause the whole fucking time, knew your love was really fake
King of the street, no, he'll leave you blind
You stab me in my heart, he'll shoot you in your eye
King of the street, no, he'll leave you blind
You stab me in my heart, he'll shoot you in your eye
Ain't gonna kill, no, I'm a good person
I know a lot of people will get to fucking murkin
You're lucky I'm not a angry person, I'm just talkin
But according to the homie, you a dead man walkin
Saw you on my profile, girl you be stalkin
We over, we done, you gotta really fucking drop it
I have all this pain, so I might as well profit
Don't stop the grind man, don't fucking stop it (Don't stop)
You ain't want the beef, caught the whopper, that's impossible
Spring it out to me on the three KD, that's unstoppable
Homie run up in your shit, steal all your valuables
He don't even need a fucking mask
He's in and out of there five minutes, easy task
Know a lot of people try to stab me in my back
I don't wish anyone had to go through that
Telling me you love me, girl, I saw that blue cap
Never gonna settle till I got that new Maybach
Yeah, I have all this pain, you're the one that made that
You too gross, you too close, know you gotta stay back
Turn your back on me, then started showing fake love
Go ahead and test it, I'll show you what I'm made of
Homie, you go to prison, he'll get behind them bars
Left my heart broken, so he left you with some scars
King of the street, no, he'll leave you blind
You stab me in my heart, he'll shoot you in your eye
King of the street, no, he'll leave you blind
You stab me in my heart, he'll shoot you in your eye
Way its going now, know my heart is way different
You ain't never stop to think all the pain I got in it
Would you just stop there, just stop for a minute
You only thought about yourself, that's your main vision
You might wanna change, cause you're doing all that sinning
I don't know why you think you can just play me
No lights, all dark, shit is getting shady
Homie Nick got a three like, Tracy McGrady
Love better be real, not a fucking myth
Homie light you up like GarrettB55th
Better go hide your kids, it's a murder broad day
I don't like murder songs, what am I supposed to say
Wanted to make a sad song about the pain I face
But not right now, not the right headspace
And you better stay the fuck from me, better know your place
Cause the whole fucking time, knew your love was really fake
King of the street, no, he'll leave you blind
You stab me in my heart, he'll shoot you in your eye
King of the street, no, he'll leave you blind
You stab me in my heart, he'll shoot you in your eye
Ain't gonna kill, no, I'm a good person
I know a lot of people will get to fucking murkin
You're lucky I'm not a angry person, I'm just talkin
But according to the homie, you a dead man walkin
Saw you on my profile, girl you be stalkin
We over, we done, you gotta really fucking drop it
I have all this pain, so I might as well profit
Don't stop the grind man, don't fucking stop it (Don't stop)
Credits
Writer(s): Noah Schmidt
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.