Hello?
Aye
Yeah
Okay
Yeah
Yeah
Aight
Boy you niggas—
Damn
Aight
I got it
Lemme catch this shit real quick
KOTA!
Boy you niggas ain't wit' shit
You pussy niggas ain't wit' nothing
You think I ain't for real, you catch these jayz
I'll show you I ain't frontin'
Yo' bitch she coming through go straight for head
I'm calling her a zombie
That bitch she fine as china, Latin heat
I gotta call her Mami
He'll figure KOTA is a problem when he catch a Tommy
Doing all that acting crazy
My boys'll really loose a screw
Punch God dunking on the beat like my name KOTA Bronny
Say you got the gang to ride well be prepared to lose a few
Got yo' bitch up in the crib you know she blowing like a flute
Got a bitch from Italy so she know when she finna get the boot
These niggas throwing shade like a tree
I kill 'em at the root
The green keep growing when I talk to it
It tell me "I am Groot"
KOTA is the fam' not a gang
You can't be in the group
Get shot he gon' flip open and scream
"Watch me move like my Juke"
Qenny one and only you know that nigga can't be duped
Shot'll leave froze on the spot like "Where is my super suit?"
Block called
Hello?
Said it need spinnin'
It's cool to take a L I got back up
That's why I keep winnin'
Call my girls two starting fives 'cause you know I keep tens in
Nigga gon' get hit wit' a .9 if he finna keep fibbin'
Yo' bitch coming through you know she ate it calling me din din
His bitch a seven and his song went wood need to cross his attention
The heat'll hit 'em six times, but he'll only hear two ring
Already got five on the court that nigga ain't starting
Boy we ain't rivals I don't even see you as a foe
My niggas shoot the Tre just like they Klay ready to let it blow
You saying that you ready to shoot well my niggas is too
All my niggas we be the ones can call us KOTA Truth
My niggas win everything we do I'm finna make it count
You niggas ass backwards with yo' mind you ain't gon' make it out
All you niggas do is just be crying Ian tryna hear you pout
These niggas all tryna be like me can call me KOTA Clout
This lil Uzi got punch you gon' catch this Philly Shell
Like he got the Mark of Sacrifice the way we give 'em hell
Blue and green pape up in my pockets ain't gon' miss a sale
These niggas be in comparison wit' me but all these niggas pale
These niggas claim they shoot
But ain't nan one of these niggas buckets
This chop'll knock 'em down
I call it "Unc'" because it's causing Ruckus
Boy stay mellow fifteen in ya front'll have you cut for nothing
Ain't no joking fifteen to his back'll turn him to a nugget
KOTA!
Yeah
Okay
Yeah
Yeah
Aight
Boy you niggas—
Damn
Aight
I got it
Lemme catch this shit real quick
KOTA!
Boy you niggas ain't wit' shit
You pussy niggas ain't wit' nothing
You think I ain't for real, you catch these jayz
I'll show you I ain't frontin'
Yo' bitch she coming through go straight for head
I'm calling her a zombie
That bitch she fine as china, Latin heat
I gotta call her Mami
He'll figure KOTA is a problem when he catch a Tommy
Doing all that acting crazy
My boys'll really loose a screw
Punch God dunking on the beat like my name KOTA Bronny
Say you got the gang to ride well be prepared to lose a few
Got yo' bitch up in the crib you know she blowing like a flute
Got a bitch from Italy so she know when she finna get the boot
These niggas throwing shade like a tree
I kill 'em at the root
The green keep growing when I talk to it
It tell me "I am Groot"
KOTA is the fam' not a gang
You can't be in the group
Get shot he gon' flip open and scream
"Watch me move like my Juke"
Qenny one and only you know that nigga can't be duped
Shot'll leave froze on the spot like "Where is my super suit?"
Block called
Hello?
Said it need spinnin'
It's cool to take a L I got back up
That's why I keep winnin'
Call my girls two starting fives 'cause you know I keep tens in
Nigga gon' get hit wit' a .9 if he finna keep fibbin'
Yo' bitch coming through you know she ate it calling me din din
His bitch a seven and his song went wood need to cross his attention
The heat'll hit 'em six times, but he'll only hear two ring
Already got five on the court that nigga ain't starting
Boy we ain't rivals I don't even see you as a foe
My niggas shoot the Tre just like they Klay ready to let it blow
You saying that you ready to shoot well my niggas is too
All my niggas we be the ones can call us KOTA Truth
My niggas win everything we do I'm finna make it count
You niggas ass backwards with yo' mind you ain't gon' make it out
All you niggas do is just be crying Ian tryna hear you pout
These niggas all tryna be like me can call me KOTA Clout
This lil Uzi got punch you gon' catch this Philly Shell
Like he got the Mark of Sacrifice the way we give 'em hell
Blue and green pape up in my pockets ain't gon' miss a sale
These niggas be in comparison wit' me but all these niggas pale
These niggas claim they shoot
But ain't nan one of these niggas buckets
This chop'll knock 'em down
I call it "Unc'" because it's causing Ruckus
Boy stay mellow fifteen in ya front'll have you cut for nothing
Ain't no joking fifteen to his back'll turn him to a nugget
KOTA!
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