K-pop Lyrics

"Shoutout to CardoShoutout to CardoCardo got wingsWoo, woo, wooCoupe with the wings (brrr)Fuck that bitch, don't buy no ring (Buy no rings, yeah)Hundred chains for the teamWhole gang (yeah)Seen it count money in my dreams (yeah)Uh, ooh, open it upUh, ooh, open it upUh, ooh, Kriss Kross jumpUh, ooh, with a bale in the trunkUh, ooh, shells in the pumpUh, ooh, shells in the pumpUh, ooh, Kriss Kross jumpUh, ooh, with a bale in the trunkMr. Miyagi, tats on my body (yeah)Racks up the party (uh)Facts say I got it (yeah)Crashed the Bugatti (skrrt skrrt)Crashed the Bugatti (skrrt)QC murder ain't no Gotti (QC)Shh, don't tell nobody (ayy)We ain't tryna robThat's just how we mob (mobbin')Leave that to the blocks (leave it)Money to the stars (Yoda)Blessings came from God (woo)Had to beat the odds (beat it)Young nigga workin' hard (workin')Pull yo card (pull it)In that pot, first one makin' noise (In that, skrrt skrrt skrrt skrrt)Boulevard, slide with my boys (Uh, skrrt skrrt skrrt skrrt)Met Gala, dripped on the red carpetSo my ice on the runway (yeah)Elliot did the paveJohnny Dang did my ice tray (yeah) Uh, ooh, open it upUh, ooh, open it upUh, ooh, Kriss Kross jumpUh, ooh, with a bale in the trunkUh, ooh, shells in the pumpUh, ooh, shells in the pumpUh, ooh, Kriss Kross jumpUh, ooh, with a bale in the trunkOpen it up, open it, open itDouble cup feelin' the opiumIt's AK in the cut, my niggas totin' it (brrr)We ain't tryna look appropriate (nah)Don't show up and look at me wrongI'm blowin' itYou tryna plot and we knowin' it (knowin' it)Throw it withI shoot a pistol then throw it (throw it)My niggas shoot ""Without Warning"" (brrr)6 o'clock in the mornin' (mornin')Phone ringin', it's annoyin' (brrr)I ain't been to sleep, tourin' (tourin') And I got a late performance (late)You're funny, call you Martin LawrenceYou 12, so issue a warrant (12)All this ice on me, it's stormin' (ice)Cookie at night, she gone by the mornin' (gone)Uh, ooh, open it upUh, ooh, open it upUh, ooh, Kriss Kross jumpUh, ooh, with a bale in the trunkUh, ooh, shells in the pumpUh, ooh, shells in the pumpUh, ooh, Kriss Kross jumpUh, ooh, with a bale in the trunk (hey) Try to get the formula, iced out all of us (ice)Bricks from the cornerbackGone for a hundred packsFire me a 50 and I ran with 200 racks (ran)And I ain't ever plan on comin' back (nah)Got the 16 year old shooter pack (brr)Get back, .40 push your noodle back (get that)Diamonds on meTook the Rick Ruler back (Slick the Ruler)Gotti godI'm fallin' for the booby trap (booby trap)Stretch out the dope like it's athletic (dope)Then I asked the bitch""Is your mouth ready?"" (dope)You got a nigga drip On your wedding crate (drip)Better keep it over there To keep it copasetic (hey)I ain't playin' with these niggasI'ma threat 'em (nah)He don't want no smokeAnd I'm down to battle (smoke)25 bricks and they all edible (bricks)I'm the big dog on a high pedestal (hey)Bo-legged coupe (coupe)Mil' in the roof (mils)Bitch got the juice (juice)I know you feel me, masseuse (you feel)You rock me, I kill you a truce (I kill you)Big pointers on my neckBruce Bruce (big pointers)Grave digger of the Nawf on you (grave digger)You too cuteGimme mouth through your loop (too cute)Better watch yo bitch, she want the crew (hey, hey)Woo, woo wooCoupe with the wings (brrr)Fuck that bitchDon't buy no ring (buy no rings, yeah)Hundred chains for the team, whole gang (yeah)Seen it count money in my dreams (yeah) Uh, ooh, open it upUh, ooh, open it upUh, ooh, Kriss Kross jumpUh, ooh, with a bale in the trunkUh, ooh, shells in the pumpUh, ooh, shells in the pumpUh, ooh, Kriss Kross jumpUh, ooh, with a bale in the trunk"