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letra de kapernixk - nuk

[intro]
(da realest)
on 55

[chorus]
i’m really up, boy, i been havin’ sh-t (havin’ my way)
i make b-tches get right on they knees like colin kaepernick (on your knees, ho)
a million up, but bro be in the sticks like it’s a camping trip (in the sticks with it)
i invest into my craft until i mastered it (until i mastered it)
i can get a bag all show money, let’s see who eatin’ (see who eatin’)
i can show a bag all dope money, but keep it secret (keep it hush)
ending all my shopping with a toast when i be up in neimans
they knowin’ that my lyrics for the trap, they ain’t gon’ go on g*nius (they ain’t gon’ go on g*nius)
[verse]
my n-ggas robbin’ sh-t, they wanna know what you gon’ give ’em for it
i be in the country, i could never be a city boy (couldn’t be a city boy)
treat the bag like jimmy hoffa ’cause they know i’m gettin’ rid of boy (ah)
i got n-ggas in them chains too, but i ain’t tity boi
put an eight up in this cup and now my vision like a cloud (what?)
spend another hundred thousand when they try to count me out (spend that sh-t)
i got lamb chops like truth and i got dog just like a pound
in this whip with so much money that i gotta count out loud (one, two, three)
boy, i stay thumbin’ through it, what it’s doin’ to my ears
put the ‘cat in sports mode and let ’em listen to the gears
what i made in the v, i’m leavin’ there with souvenirs (souvenirs for me)
what i’m spendin’ on the drank, i could’ve blew it on veneers
seven days a week, boy, i wake up and i blow a thou’ (rain)
tellin’ hoes, “i ain’t your average gangster,” with a crooked smile
told my lawyer i ain’t finna cop, i’d rather lose at trial
bro ain’t put no money in estate, i said he losin’ out (boy, you losin’)
i’m tellin’ n-ggas how i’m really turnt, but n-ggas sleep on me?
tellin’ hoes they ain’t really my hoes, but i go deep on ’em (i go deep in)
tell ’em how i’m saved by the bell, i came screech on ’em
your b-tch’ll never be around my n-ggas, she too cheap for ’em (petty hoes, petty hoes)
all my n-ggas on, you can’t tell what kind of boss the richest
spent so much money that they estimate my cost of living
i can’t take my sight off this money, but you lost your vision
bust it down and press that sh-t again, i think i lost my rhythm
he ain’t had no dog in so long, think he lost his way
facetiming my b-tches in the loft, trippin’ with 80k (got eighty on me)
got girl like the ’90s, but that dog hittin’ like ’88
told ’em when i’m ridin’ with that chop, that’s my safest sp-ce (safest sp-ce)
he ain’t got no phone that’s doin’ numbers, i’m gon’ send him j’s
me and brodie trippin’, use our feet on ’em like kid ‘n play (use our feet on ’em like kid ‘n play)
we just wanna hit him when he walk out, we gon’ sit and stake
two hundred rounds on him make it hard for n-ggas to escape
goin’ brazy in my head, in my mind, i need a shrink (need a therapist)
n-ggas tryna take me out, gon’ make it harder than they think
how you finna take off with this money? tell ’em brinks
whenever i hear dog on top of dog, i tell ’em, “jinx” (jinx, n-gga)
i be playin’ broke to all these hoes, but it’s a prank
when she use her mouth to get me off, i tell her thanks (thank you, thank you, thank you)
can’t have these n-ggas boolin’ with my whoops, i’m pullin’ rank
how you think you finna come out solid and you named?
[chorus]
i’m really up, boy, i been havin’ sh-t (havin’ my way)
i make b-tches get right on they knees like colin kaepernick (on your knees, ho)
a million up, but bro be in the sticks like it’s a camping trip (in the sticks with it)
i invest into my craft until i mastered it (until i mastered it)
i can get a bag all show money, let’s see who eatin’ (see who eatin’)
i can show a bag all dope money, but keep it secret (keep it hush)
ending all my shopping with a toast when i be up in neimans
they knowin’ that my lyrics for the trap, they ain’t gon’ go on g*nius

- nuk

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