Made by Ky - Comedians

Murder on my mind
Move and get blasted
Nigga want talk
Like what is he asking
You is the student
And I am the master
You know she love
When niggas get nasty
Fuck on me good
While I’m rubbing your ass cheeks
We do whatever
Might fuck to a classic
When I get money
We fucking up bands
Fuck up a check
Put it right in your hands
Watch what you say
Cuz ya life in ma hands
Can’t find you
I put it right to ya mans
I’m taking a trip
When I get a chance
I’m getting some drip
When I get a chance
I’m putting in the work
Won’t leave it to chance
I’m making it work
I put it on god
I can not believe
They fell for u frauds
I am the one
Destroying it all
Niggas be acting
You know I’m a savage
Im cooking up magic
You not on the map
I’m done wit these rappers
And faking as trappers
I’m cookin up shit
That’s as hot as yo trap
Niggas be fakin
It’s aching my soul
You said you savage
But later you fold
The real goin succeed
While the haters haters exposed
At first you was heated
But later you froze
They stealing the sauce
You niggas is lose
You bitches is lose
I took a lose
But now I’m a boss
I went hard
And it all paid off
All real niggas
Stay away from u frauds
Think u a king
Cuz u act a lil hard
Stop that shit
Lil nigga you soft
Say one word
And they taking u off
I put it on god
Get out your feelings
And get to paper
Stay on ya grind
And don’t worry about haters
You here me spittin
The knowledge I’m kicking
I’m cookin up heat
I belong in a kitchen
Cookin up beats
Most you niggas ain’t getting
I been a beast
Since niggas was children
I’m takin my shot
You know I’m a hit it
I see the money
You know I’m a get it
I want the drip on my teeth
And my wrist
Designer my feet
On my back and my bitch
Niggas ain’t know
I been back on my shit
Nigga play dumb
He get hit wit a clip
Niggas ain’t know
That a nigga could spit
Ebm shit
We been making them hits
Give me a bag
Then I’m making it flip
Show me ya hand
And I’m taking ya shit

Written by:
Kyree Fleming

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

Lyrics powered by Lyric Find