K-pop Lyrics

Tay Keith fuck these niggas up
Yeah
Brain dead eye drops
Pain meds cyclops
They bed iPod
Maybach my bach
Trainwrecks sidewalks
Pay less high-tops
K-Fed iHop
Playtex ice spots
That's how much we have in common (yeah)
That's how much we have in common (whoa)
Up on this mic we were on it
That's how much we have in common (yeah)
That's how much we have in common (woo)
That's how much we have in common
We are not alike
There's not alike us on the mic (yeah)
I don't do Jordans and Audemars
I do explosions and Molotovs
Y'all blowing smoke as if y'all ain't washed
I blow the smoke from the car exhaust
Flying to a party I am not invited to feeling
Like the streets need me (woah)
I ain't gotta dance as long as
My Ferrari Spyder move like C Breezy
I don't gotta hire goons
I'd rather try to buy the moon
And breathe freely
The sky is blue the tie is new the Masarati
White and cool like G-Eazy
While these dudes tryna figure out
How to do a freestyle as fly as me
I'm confused trying to figure out
How to do Capri styles am I a G?
Everybody doing chick joints probably rob
These little dudes at fist point
Remember everybody used to bite
Nickel now everybody doing Bitcoin
We don't got nothing in common (no)
We don't got nothing in common (no)
Y'all in the stuff like doubled-up
Styrofoam cups on them uppers-and-downers
(woo)
I'm into stuff like doubling commas
Find me a brother who's solid
To count the shit up then bust the shit down
When the cops set us up
We can flush the shit down
We can no give a fuck shit a fucking Kehlani
Selling your cock and your butt for a follower
Possible cup for dollars you powder sniff
Now you're slipping call it a power trip
A product of politics
Y'all went from profit and topping the charts
To dropped in the park in a pile of shit
Knowledge is power but powerless
If you got it and you do not acknowledge it
Y'all music sound like Dr Seuss inspired it
Hiring strippers prostitutes retiring
We can spit it for ya it vans
I'm fit to be king you're cut out to fit
In prince pants
You niggas
Brain dead eye drops
Pain meds cyclops
They bed iPod
Maybach my bach
Trainwrecks sidewalks
Payless high-tops
K-Fed iHop
Playtex ice spots
That's how much we have in common (yeah)
That's how much we have in common (whoa)
Up on this mic we we're on it
That's how much we have in common (yeah)
That's how much we have in common (woo)
That's how much we have in common
We are not alike there's not alike us
On the mic (yeah)
You say you're affiliated
With murderers killers (ayy)
The people you run with are fucking (gang)
But you're just a wanna be gunner (gang)
Like you was gonna do something
Acting like you catching bodies (ayy)
And you got juice lil youngin' you're bugging
You ain't never even been charged
In connection with battery bitch
You ain't plugged in nothing
Rap god spit lyrical bullets (boom)
And gats cock your partners better tool up
This has not to do with muscular
But have guns for sure you better put up
Strap on in other words if you're a gunner
Roll up with your (gang)
You're gon' need a arsenal
'Cause this bar is over your head
So you better have arms
If you're gonna pull up (skrt)
Oh you run the streets huh?
Now you wanna come
And fuck with me huh?
This little cock-sucker
He must be feeling himself
He wants to keep up
It's tough to me now so he does a feature
Decides to team up with Nina
But next time you don't gotta use Tech N9ne
If you wanna come at me
With a sub-machine gun
And I'm talking to you but you already know
Who the fuck you are Kelly
I don't use sublims and
Sure as fuck don't sneak-diss
But keep commenting on my daughter Hailie
I keep on telling motherfucker bitches
In case you forgot
Really I need jaw memories jaw like strawberry
Or pineapple apricot jelly
I respond rarely but this time Shady
'Bout to sound off like a fucking cocked
Semi Glock
Demi god let me put a silencer on this little
Non-threatening blond fairy cornball
Taking shots at me
You're not ready fool break yourself
Like Rocksteady Crew
Obviously I'm not getting through
We can get it poppin' like Redenbach
Letting off like Remy Ma
Heavy artillery gotta deal a harsh
With a hard shell
Put a motherfucking heart in bigger than
Bizarre's belly
Only time you'll ever say I lost
You'll be talking 'bout Fetty Wap
Better call Diddy
Just to try to get me off and
You better hope I don't call Trick Trick
Bitch this shit don't fly in our city
Punk you don't disrespect OG's RIP Prodigy
Soldier in my soul and I told them the moment
He signed me that I'll be the most hated
Dumb-hated soldier
There's no shame it's okay to own it
'Cause life is a bitch it's a bow-legged hoe
But now days are over I Harvey Weinstein
A bathrobe hanging over
My code name is groper I roleplay with lotion
I fucked the whole world then
I throw away the Trojan
Olay the hoes like with home-made explosives
I blow eighty holes in you
Don't make me go in I OJ the flows
And I'm insult to injury
Roll dice to globe in and
I'm [??] tryna throw in [??]
They both hate to choke
And my hoe play the [??]
And I double-edge sworded 'cause one place
I poke and I stick and
I turn and I rotating motion
Invisible with the pen I'm at the pinnacle of
Sick individuals take my dick and put the tip in
At minimal I'm fucking these syllables
I let them lick on my genitals
I'm a fucking invisible indefensible despicable
Difficult prick a little bit unpredictable
I spit the formiddable
That you're bitches are fucking with the original
I can say that me and Nickel are identical
But not us the only thing
We have in common is I'm a dick and you suck
Otherwise one has nothin' to do with the other
None comes close to
Skunk bug solider
Tongue shrub shoulder
One mother older
Sponge mob colder
None rug hoaster
Lug nut coaster
Lung jug roaster
Young Thug poster
Unplugged toaster
That's how much we have in common (yeah)
That's how much we have in common (whoa)
Up on this mic we were on it (yeah)
That's how much we have in common (yeah)
That's how much we have in common (woo)
That's how much we have in common
We are not alike there's not alike us on the mic
(Man fuck this shit let's go)