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letra de kratos flow - kratowick

we chasin’ sh-t down to the floor (you know that)
he got hit, he won’t get up no more (uh-uh)
your b-tch see me, i’m lit, she gon’ go (you know that)
i got nine, finesse, boy, i cannot go
like a p-ssy, get stretched, we gon’ lamp on your lo’ (uh-huh)
hit him right in his head, scratch off, we gone
and you know i don’t bap, really get sh-t gone (you know that)
we them ones got n-ggas cryin’, singin’ sad songs (brr)
when we slide, don’t lack, better have your head on (uh-uh)
n-ggas really be rats, that sh-t dead wrong (d-mn)
four n-ggas left him flat, sent his ass home (you know that)
know we get back, it never take too long (it don’t)
i say that sh-t in every song
i f-cked this b-tch, she like my song
put a switch on a n-gga, got kick, real loud (brr)
ain’t shootin’ out whips, b-tch, you know we bailin’ out (brr, uh-uh)
a n-gga think that he tall, i’ma knock his ass down
b-tch, i really play ball, don’t cry ’bout a loss (uh-uh)
still shoot you out of bounds
n-ggas gay, d-ck-ridin’, tryna copy my style
draco went off, everybody got down (d-mn)
say he tryna catch me lackin’, but i don’t know how
bounce out in ricks and still get wild (you know that, b-tch)
i done really fell in love with k!llin’ n-ggas in style
stand ’em up in row, then we knock ’em all down
had his gun and ain’t blow, that boy a clown (uh-uh)
she tryna f-ck on bro, man, this lil’ b-tch foul (what the f-ck?)
i made her swallow my nut, you kiss the b-tch in her mouth (uh)
b-tch, after we f-ck, can’t cuddle, get out (d-mn)
if you’re not a real shooter, then you can’t hangout (you can’t)
ain’t doin’ no recruitin’ ’cause we all get wild (you know that)
hop out, start blowin’, n-ggas start duckin’ down (you know that, brr)
turn your smile right to a frown, upside down
i’ll leave a n-gga face flat, brain stuck on the ground (ugh-ugh)
b-tch, i really put in work and i cannot bap (you know that)
really spinnin’ on blocks, no, i just don’t rap (b-tch)
every time i see an opp, i jumped out and clapped
tryna tie a n-gga up and hold him for ransom
shots out the drac’ make a n-gga start dancin’
his ass used to have dreads, he got shot in his head
his sh-t shaved bald, lookin’ like he got cancer
i’m a clapper, then a rapper, not an actor (your ass), not a bapper
your ass made-up, you not a factor
i hate my opps so f-ckin’ bad
i’ma try to k!ll they ass in the next life after
[outro]
b-tch, d-mn
i’ma try to k!ll they ass in the next life after
do i get a draco in my afterlife?
ayy, mike, do they got dracos in the afterlife?

- kratowick

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