K-pop Lyrics

Miss me with that bullshit
(Bullshit)
You ain't really wild,
you a tourist
(A tourist)
I be blackin' out
with the purist
(The purist)
I made a hundred thou'
then I freaked it
(I freaked it)
I made 500 thou'
then I freaked it
(I freaked it)
I bought a '87 for the weekend
(The weekend)
This ain't what you want,
this ain't what you want
(What you want)
This ain't what you want,
this ain't what you want
(What you want)

And it's like that,
lil' bitch
MVP, I don't get no sleep,
no, I don't like that, lil' bitch
Bust that open,
I want that ocean,
yeah that bite back, lil' bitch
Do it bite back, lil' bitch?
Need two life jackets, lil' bitch
I ain't gon' hold you,
I ain't gon' press you,
never control you
I ain't gon' front you,
keep it 100, I don't know you
Boss like Top Dawg,
bossed my life up, crossin' over
Stutter steppin',
got a Hall of Fame
in all my posters
I've been ready,
my whip been ready
My bitch been ready,
my clique been ready
My shit's been ready,
my check's been ready
My shot's on full,
that's Armageddon
I got pull, I hope y'all ready
My tank on full,
you know, unleaded
I gotta go get it,
I gotta go get it
I gotta go get it,
I gotta go get it
My name gon' hold up,
my team gon' hold up
My name gon' hold up,
my team gon' hold up
My shots gon' fire,
my team gon' roll up
Menage-a-trois,
my queen gon' roll up
I hope y'all ready,
you know I'm ready
I reign all day,
you know, confetti
I gotta go get it,
I gotta go get it
I gotta go get it,
I gotta go get it, skrrt

Miss me with that bullshit
(Bullshit)
You're not a gang member,
you's a tourist
(A tourist)
I be blackin' out,
I be blackin' out
Bought an '83 Cutlass
for the weekend
(For the weekend)
I got a hundred thousand,
then I freaked it
(Then I freaked it)
I made 500 thousand,
then I freaked it
(Then I freaked it)
I put a Rolls Royce
on my wrist, oh yeah
Fuck his baby mama
tryna sneak diss
I took her to my penthouse,
then I freaked it
(Then I freaked it)
I haven't made my mind up,
should I keep it?
(Should I keep it?)
I got big dog status,
it ain't no secret

La di da di da,
slob on me knob
Pass me some syrup,
fuck me in the car
La di da di da,
mothafuck the law
Chitty chitty bang,
murder everything
Bitch, I'm on a roll
and I put that on the gang

Yeah, miss me with
that bullshit (Bullshit)
You ain't really wild,
you a tourist (A tourist)
I be blackin' out
with the purist (The purist)
I made a hundred thou'
then I freaked it (I freaked it)
I made 500 thou'
then I freaked it (I freaked it)
I bought a '87
for the weekend (The weekend)
This ain't what you want,
this ain't what you want
(What you want)
This ain't what you want,
this ain't what you want
(What you want)

Changes
Is you gon' do something?
What you want?

Red light, green light,
red light, green light
Red light, green light,
they like, we like
Fast cars, fast money,
fast life, fast broads
Egotistic, goin' ballistic,
why God?
Born warrior,
lookin' for euphoria,
but I don't see it
I don't feel it, I'm paraplegic,
tapped in when I'm maxed in
Comp-Town with the MAC 10s
and the pumps
in the background
I was absent,
never OG, standout
I was lackin' everything else
but doubt
In the Magnum,
holding Magnums
with a Magnum
Nigga, ad-lib
and I sing out loud
Never had friends,
never had ends,
never had hope
They was like, "Nope, "
I was like,
"Boo yaow, boo yaow"
Yeah, God, tee off the day
Know we off the,
be off the, eat off your plate
Throw me off, I be,
"Off ya head"
Well ate, on C4,
I'm way off the edge
Fuck integrity,
fuck your pedigree,
fuck your feelings,
fuck your culture
Fuck your moral,
fuck your family, fuck your tribe
Fuck your land,
fuck your children,
fuck your wives
Who am I? Not your father,
not your brother
Not your reason,
not your future
Not your comfort,
not your reverence,
not your glory
Not your heaven,
not your angel, not your spirit
Not your message,
not your freedom
Not your people,
not your neighbor
Not your baby,
not your equal
Not the title y'all
want me under
All hail King Killmonger
Red light, green light,
red light, green light
Red light, green light,
they like, we like
Fast cars