K-pop Lyrics

Out here
He said what?
(Oh my God Ronny)
Look I got a bullet with somebody's name on it
I get up on 'em I don't need no aim on it
Kill me a ghost so my jacket got stains on it
Wipin' my nose like I got some cocaine on it
Pulled out his coffin
And ate me a plate on it
Called up his bitch showed
My dick let 'em lay on it
I'm in the trap house
With Gucci and Zay on it
I see a soda I'm pourin' an eight on it
I fucked his bitch in
A Wal Mart get Tootsie Roll
I had to pack had the Wesson no Smith though
He tried to front on me
Front his friends and foes
I had his bitch in
The back what he didn't know hm
I came a long way from bando
Now my boss is a flavor of candy corn
I walked up on
A crack gang what they hittin' for?
I keep a pilot I'm not talkin' steel toes
I hit a seven and picked up a dinner roll
I get the bread then I fuck me a centerfold
I bought a Perc' like my name is gorilla
Though I'm from the place
Where the killers and sinners go
I just cut the grass
And showed the motherfuckin' safe
I took off my bandana
And showed my motherfuckin' face
Rose gold bandana I tatted all my ayy
Five thousand dollar soap
Every time I bathe (Ayy)
I just told her
Maybe I mean what I say (Ayy)
I don't really play
And I hope you think it's shade
I had to jump down and ain't no remember ho
When I come back with this
K I'ma kill a ho (Woo)
Thought I wasn't gettin' no syrup
I put my cum on
Her face but I'm pitiful (Yeah)
I got a pack of them Skittles bro
All different flavors
And all different flavors
Type of hot all them centerfolds hey
Look I got a bullet with somebody's name on it
I get up on 'em I don't need no aim on it
Kill me a ghost so my jacket got stains on it
Wipin' my nose like I got some cocaine on it
Pulled out his coffin
And ate me a plate on it
Called up his bitch showed
My dick let 'em lay on it
I'm in the trap house
With Gucci and Zay on it
I see a soda I'm pourin' an eight on it
Don't say RJ when I mrLA on it
Got a machine gun and it got a K on it
You got a dead end somebody gon' pay on it
I got bed and your bitch wanna plank on it
Cut the cocaine with the creatine ayy
Fuck your dead homies and your memories ayy
I got a gun nigga auto and spray on it
I don't do layaway I cannot play on it
Foot on their neck and
I swear I'ma stay on it
Can't rush my greatness so
They gotta wait on it
You niggas too sweet I could
Just put my bae on it
I fuck on a granny her
Hair it got gray on it
Get you down bad I'ma blow out her back
These niggas too
Slimy I'm playin' with the sack
I got this stick I'm equipped
Why I say ballin' like we won a 'ship?
These niggas are hoes I'ma go all the way
Walk through the back like Take me to the VIP
I send her back just to get some more hip
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Gave her the D now she lovin' the Crip
If he wanna play got his name on the tip uh
Look I got a bullet with somebody's name on it
I get up on 'em I don't need no aim on it
Kill me a ghost so my jacket got stains on it
Wipin' my nose like I got some cocaine on it
Pulled out his coffin
And ate me a plate on it
Called up his bitch showed
My dick let 'em lay on it
I'm in the trap house
With Gucci and Zay on it
I see a soda I'm pourin' an eight on it
I fucked his bitch in
A Wal Mart get Tootsie Roll
I had to pack had the Wesson
no Smith though
He tried to front on me
Front his friends and foes
I had his bitch in
The back what he didn't know hm
I came a long way from bando
Now my boss is a flavor of candy corn
I walked up on
A crack gang what they hittin' for?
I keep a pilot I'm not talkin' steel toes