HDTV, Caskey - Kyle Korver lyrics
[HDTV, Caskey - Kyle Korver lyrics]
You know they sniping from up top
Kush, blowing it like the way I want
Young nigga, sauce drippin'
You know I brought the sauce
That stick, dolo, riding solo
Shooters on the roof
Them white boys, they Kyle Korver, snipe
Kush, blowing it like the way I want
Young nigga, sauce drippin'
You know I brought the sauce
That stick, dolo, riding solo
Shooters on the roof
Them white boys, they Kyle Korver, snipe
Uh uh, hold up, fuck up, let the nigga run up
He gon' get sniped 'fore he come up
High IQ, go get it, swag ignant
Blunt splitting, sauce, when I talk
Cat drippin'
Gifted, make the lil nigga get missin'
That paper had they ass at attention
Fuck 'em up fuck 'em up, hold it (Hold it)
Jae hit 'em with the yacht
Chris coming with extensions
She-she-she fucking like it's nothin'
Silly ass nigga still cuffin'
Gold on instinct, hard in the
Paint, andre Drummond, fuck it, whoa
I don't need no motivation
My son turned two the other day
Straight up, I need 500 K
Before my nigga leave pre-K, fuck it
Burberry locs stay tinted, behave
No shame but amazing grace, nigga, this base
Fo' flat, pacing to the check
Tryna Paul George ball, had to
Flock on the finesse, huh
Popping ass niggas, I gotta eat
I ain't rocking with you niggas
Blocking ass niggas
I'm sick and tired of all these
Lil straight-cheese no-topping ass niggas
Back to crackers, blitz
White boys on the roof straight on a nigga
Bitch better hit my pager, Stojakin'
On a nigga, ugh, sniper
Dirt for your honor, straight dunking
Kick the cash out, he gon' snipe
Catch a nigga stepping with a milla
I ain't even talking like Mike, ugh
Kush, blowing it like the way I want
Young nigga, sauce drippin'
You know I brought the sauce
That stick, dolo, riding solo
Shooters on the roof
Them white boys, they Kyle Korver, snipe
Kush, blowing it like the way I want
Young nigga, sauce drippin'
You know I brought the sauce
That stick, dolo, riding solo
Shooters on the roof
Them white boys, they Kyle Korver, snipe
Pull up, I'm clutching the steel
Rolling and sucking the pill
Fucking my girl on a hill
She 'bout as great as a seal
And I done trained her to kill
I ain't been tainted by hatred
I roll 'round and still give out love
'cause that shit is so sacred
Still rappers is vacant when I
Show up outside they crib
Talk all that shit there online
Where you is?
Man, these bitches better make way
HD got the HK we done set it off, till then
Hurricane Chris
Many "a bay bays, " holler, "Mayday"
You better off in school with a AA
Nerd ass rappers
Dropping all these mixtapes online
Iain't-even heard ass rappers
I'm sick and tired of all
These in last-place-never-first ass rappers
Word to Ralph Flex, white boys on the roof
And my dog, Touch, see the truth
I ain't never seen him rocking with a
Lil ass gun like a two-two
He got the stick and he put it on you too
Mama told me
"Keep the Mossberg in the closet"
I'm outside, making you a target
Here to end all the lil
Bullshit you done started
Man, someone say something to my shorty
I'll be testing out the brand new forty
Rappers always talking what they
Can do for me
I'm good here without y'all (I ain't worried)
My crew full of outlaws (I ain't worried)
Yo' crew making out calls
Seem like everything about y'all pussy
You always on my man, no hoodie, no tea
No Skittle we set records with the shot
Three point line, no dribble, snipe
Kush, blowing it like the way I want
Young nigga, sauce drippin'
You know I brought the sauce
That stick, dolo, riding solo
Shooters on the roof
Them white boys, they Kyle Korver, snipe
Kush, blowing it like the way I want
Young nigga, sauce drippin'
You know I brought the sauce
That stick, dolo, riding solo
Shooters on the roof
Them white boys, they Kyle Korver, snipe
Kush, blowing it like the way I want
Young nigga, sauce drippin'
You know I brought the sauce
That stick, dolo, riding solo
Shooters on the roof
Them white boys, they Kyle Korver, snipe
Kush, blowing it like the way I want
Young nigga, sauce drippin'
You know I brought the sauce
That stick, dolo, riding solo
Shooters on the roof
Them white boys, they Kyle Korver, snipe
Uh uh, hold up, fuck up, let the nigga run up
He gon' get sniped 'fore he come up
High IQ, go get it, swag ignant
Blunt splitting, sauce, when I talk
Cat drippin'
Gifted, make the lil nigga get missin'
That paper had they ass at attention
Fuck 'em up fuck 'em up, hold it (Hold it)
Jae hit 'em with the yacht
Chris coming with extensions
She-she-she fucking like it's nothin'
Silly ass nigga still cuffin'
Gold on instinct, hard in the
Paint, andre Drummond, fuck it, whoa
I don't need no motivation
My son turned two the other day
Straight up, I need 500 K
Before my nigga leave pre-K, fuck it
Burberry locs stay tinted, behave
No shame but amazing grace, nigga, this base
Fo' flat, pacing to the check
Tryna Paul George ball, had to
Flock on the finesse, huh
Popping ass niggas, I gotta eat
I ain't rocking with you niggas
Blocking ass niggas
I'm sick and tired of all these
Lil straight-cheese no-topping ass niggas
Back to crackers, blitz
White boys on the roof straight on a nigga
Bitch better hit my pager, Stojakin'
On a nigga, ugh, sniper
Dirt for your honor, straight dunking
Kick the cash out, he gon' snipe
Catch a nigga stepping with a milla
I ain't even talking like Mike, ugh
Kush, blowing it like the way I want
Young nigga, sauce drippin'
You know I brought the sauce
That stick, dolo, riding solo
Shooters on the roof
Them white boys, they Kyle Korver, snipe
Kush, blowing it like the way I want
Young nigga, sauce drippin'
You know I brought the sauce
That stick, dolo, riding solo
Shooters on the roof
Them white boys, they Kyle Korver, snipe
Pull up, I'm clutching the steel
Rolling and sucking the pill
Fucking my girl on a hill
She 'bout as great as a seal
And I done trained her to kill
I ain't been tainted by hatred
I roll 'round and still give out love
'cause that shit is so sacred
Still rappers is vacant when I
Show up outside they crib
Talk all that shit there online
Where you is?
Man, these bitches better make way
HD got the HK we done set it off, till then
Hurricane Chris
Many "a bay bays, " holler, "Mayday"
You better off in school with a AA
Nerd ass rappers
Dropping all these mixtapes online
Iain't-even heard ass rappers
I'm sick and tired of all
These in last-place-never-first ass rappers
Word to Ralph Flex, white boys on the roof
And my dog, Touch, see the truth
I ain't never seen him rocking with a
Lil ass gun like a two-two
He got the stick and he put it on you too
Mama told me
"Keep the Mossberg in the closet"
I'm outside, making you a target
Here to end all the lil
Bullshit you done started
Man, someone say something to my shorty
I'll be testing out the brand new forty
Rappers always talking what they
Can do for me
I'm good here without y'all (I ain't worried)
My crew full of outlaws (I ain't worried)
Yo' crew making out calls
Seem like everything about y'all pussy
You always on my man, no hoodie, no tea
No Skittle we set records with the shot
Three point line, no dribble, snipe
Kush, blowing it like the way I want
Young nigga, sauce drippin'
You know I brought the sauce
That stick, dolo, riding solo
Shooters on the roof
Them white boys, they Kyle Korver, snipe
Kush, blowing it like the way I want
Young nigga, sauce drippin'
You know I brought the sauce
That stick, dolo, riding solo
Shooters on the roof
Them white boys, they Kyle Korver, snipe