letra de @fk @krby @kuru - fakekickin, krby & kuru
[intro: fakekickin]
(that’s my brother— that’s my brother chop’)
uh, yeah, yeah (sstepteam)
ayy, ayy
[verse 1: fakekickin]
n-ggas mad, i don’t give a f-ck
n-ggas mad ’cause i’m gettin’ bucks
n-ggas mad, we gon’ run it up
n-ggas mad, i been touchin—
n-ggas mad, i been touchin bucks
[verse 2: krby]
[?], we gon’ touch hi—
[?], we gon’ touch him up
[rex?] on me if he try his luck
catch a hook if he tryna look
i can read a n-gga like a book
[verse 3: fakekickin]
i can read a n-gga like a book
n-gga playin’, he can get a hook
when we hop out, left him shook
we just rappin’, we don’t need a hook
[verse 4: krby]
feel like trayvon martin, knock him out his hoodie
we gon’ take a n-gga down for his goodies
almost took a n-gga down for his goods
ain’t in a bnb, in the hood
sh-t go bad, it’s still good
[?], rolled in the wood
[verse 5: fakekickin]
smokin’ big gas, got a 3.5, roll up in the wood
n-ggas trappin’ out, is you good?
take him out his shoes, run off with ’em good
i’m in new york eatin’ good
[verse 6: krby]
i’m in new york eatin’ pizza (yeah)
i’m a dog, n-gga, ask peta (yeah, yeah, yeah)
i don’t like you now, won’t greet you
i don’t like you now, i won’t dap you
n-ggas fake, like they bad actors
gettin’ baked like a d-mn potato (yeah)
off the molly like my name tadoe
[verse 7: fakekickin]
all the molly got a n-gga laggin’
all the molly got a n-gga jammin’
i touch money, this sh-t feel like heaven
can’t lift my pockets ’cause these b-tches heavy
give me a pound, put it in a hefty
i don’t act hard but lil’ n-gga, if you tryna find out, come and test me
bro stop blowin’ my phone and just text
only place i be at, where them checks be
[verse 8: kuru]
pop a [?] on a f-ckin’ head piece
only thing b-tches wanna do, wanna s-xt me
ridin’ ’round town, yeah, ice on my neck piece
b-tch, i’m in the booth ’cause krby isn’t, i ain’t even gotta put that sh-t in the title
he went broke, sold his whip, he ain’t got a title
got a knife in my back pack, ain’t tryna fight him
he wan’ hang with the dogs, now he tryna bite ’em
ridin’ ’round too clean, i ain’t even like you
punch in real quick ’cause i’m bored
i can never just f-ck with a wh0re
(i don’t call girls that, man, that’s f-cked up, bro)
feel like sxprano, [?] smokin’ cigars
i’m in the spot right now, gotta take the train home ’cause i ain’t even bought my car
(d-mn, f-ck)
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