BK Coronation
Uh
Yeah
Apostle in Apostle out
Let's get it, uh
Niggas know how we coming
Aye, BK heights shit
Feel me
Let's go
I talk nice cause I feel nice
See the drip
Spittin' hot shit, but I'm still iced
Niggas wanna talk shit
I'm coolin' on the feist
This niggas dumb
My mans just beat his ass with a steel pipe
It's alright, on site
Shit I'm winnin'
Got the team with me, posted up
Dreamers in the building
Shit, I'll break the roof
And fly to the sky with intentions
Of a thunderstorm
Raining down on towns niggas reppin'
I could
Spit a eight
Cut a cake
So we celebrate
Shorties in the back, tryna slap
Chill I'm celebate
Shit I mean celebate, I'll save it for another day
Smacked off the 'rilla glue, purple kush and
Jungle cake
Uh, let's cut this shit in half and do the math
It's two two, four leather seats up in the jag
One for the driver, couple seats for the bad chicks
If her mans chattin', we subtract his goofy ass
Leave the dumb niggas in a ditch
Kill the switch
Lights, camera, action
Make a movie with the stick
Jump if you wanna catch a clip from the flick
Shit the movie three hours
Guess I'm here for a bit, uh
Been the talk around the town
Cause the flow sick
Wrote shit, spoke this
Niggas gotta focus
If I keep spittin' dope shit for some months
No joke shit
These niggas gon' get mad and start to throw clips
Now I gotta duck
Get my mans to catch the 45th
Beams got a telescope
I'm peeping through the hole quick
One down, six left, six feet
COVID shit
Lay 'em out, with the same sound
I lay my vocals with
Other goofies get scared but I don't fear 'em
I wipe the floor with 'em, dirty on the denim
You pick a casket then I put you in a blender
Running circles 'round these rappers
From St. Patricks to December
It's a scary sight
Match with the mic
Fuck Tinder
Get a clean fight
Knock 'em out? He ain't gon' remember
Niggas been tight, get mad
I be with a killer
Puttin' masks on, like he using
Bibs from the dinner
Uh
I'm putting on a clinic
Spit heat, send it to the streets
Get it clickin
Beamer in the back block, chillin' with a gremlin
Countin' bread, fingers dirty
Like I'm seasoning the chicken
Is you winning? This nigga said yes
Brody lying, send 'em flying
Leave his moms home, pops crying
Been signing, cut a check then try to go rewind it
Get another check, and spend it on the casket he been lying, uh
In it
Get the track, spin it
Get it back, whip it, only took a couple minutes
Leave 'em in the street, brody finished
Got the winning chip
No dip, .45 took him from his sinning
It's the best in the world, CM Punk shit
Kick the can, I could spit for hours
I don't flunk shit
Bout to get a Bachelor's, I'm running through the hole quick
To catch my break I gotta focus
Facts
Apostle in Apostle out
Let's get it, uh
BK, heights shit
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Quimby, what's good brody?
Yeah
Apostle in Apostle out
Let's get it, uh
Niggas know how we coming
Aye, BK heights shit
Feel me
Let's go
I talk nice cause I feel nice
See the drip
Spittin' hot shit, but I'm still iced
Niggas wanna talk shit
I'm coolin' on the feist
This niggas dumb
My mans just beat his ass with a steel pipe
It's alright, on site
Shit I'm winnin'
Got the team with me, posted up
Dreamers in the building
Shit, I'll break the roof
And fly to the sky with intentions
Of a thunderstorm
Raining down on towns niggas reppin'
I could
Spit a eight
Cut a cake
So we celebrate
Shorties in the back, tryna slap
Chill I'm celebate
Shit I mean celebate, I'll save it for another day
Smacked off the 'rilla glue, purple kush and
Jungle cake
Uh, let's cut this shit in half and do the math
It's two two, four leather seats up in the jag
One for the driver, couple seats for the bad chicks
If her mans chattin', we subtract his goofy ass
Leave the dumb niggas in a ditch
Kill the switch
Lights, camera, action
Make a movie with the stick
Jump if you wanna catch a clip from the flick
Shit the movie three hours
Guess I'm here for a bit, uh
Been the talk around the town
Cause the flow sick
Wrote shit, spoke this
Niggas gotta focus
If I keep spittin' dope shit for some months
No joke shit
These niggas gon' get mad and start to throw clips
Now I gotta duck
Get my mans to catch the 45th
Beams got a telescope
I'm peeping through the hole quick
One down, six left, six feet
COVID shit
Lay 'em out, with the same sound
I lay my vocals with
Other goofies get scared but I don't fear 'em
I wipe the floor with 'em, dirty on the denim
You pick a casket then I put you in a blender
Running circles 'round these rappers
From St. Patricks to December
It's a scary sight
Match with the mic
Fuck Tinder
Get a clean fight
Knock 'em out? He ain't gon' remember
Niggas been tight, get mad
I be with a killer
Puttin' masks on, like he using
Bibs from the dinner
Uh
I'm putting on a clinic
Spit heat, send it to the streets
Get it clickin
Beamer in the back block, chillin' with a gremlin
Countin' bread, fingers dirty
Like I'm seasoning the chicken
Is you winning? This nigga said yes
Brody lying, send 'em flying
Leave his moms home, pops crying
Been signing, cut a check then try to go rewind it
Get another check, and spend it on the casket he been lying, uh
In it
Get the track, spin it
Get it back, whip it, only took a couple minutes
Leave 'em in the street, brody finished
Got the winning chip
No dip, .45 took him from his sinning
It's the best in the world, CM Punk shit
Kick the can, I could spit for hours
I don't flunk shit
Bout to get a Bachelor's, I'm running through the hole quick
To catch my break I gotta focus
Facts
Apostle in Apostle out
Let's get it, uh
BK, heights shit
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Quimby, what's good brody?
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Writer(s): Augustus Mcghee
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