J.U.S, Bruiser Wolf, Danny Brown - Kash Doll Type Beat lyrics
Danny Brown [Daniel Dewan Sewell] Detroit, Michigan, U.S. 🇺🇸
[J.U.S, Bruiser Wolf, Danny Brown - Kash Doll Type Beat lyrics]
Who shot ya, The crab meat and lobster pasta
It's the life of a doctor
The Iron Sheik in the Phantom when I'm
Leaving the opera
With the Kash Doll type beat
We tight in the Vette
But her pants so tight it's looking
Right off them red seats
My cold simpin' and pole
Trickin' got bitches mad
'Member all you hoes was drinking
Them Call a Cab's this the part two
The first part is where we part ways
I thought you knew
Kicking this shit for all the
Victims of broken systems
Got caught lackin', won't play the victim
My raps cold
They'll freeze frame and lay victim
Thе niggas bitchin'
All in the way and actin' ignant
Who shot ya? Lemme tеll you how I'll fix ya
All headshots like ID pictures, uh
Who shot ya? Until the goons pop up
They say the opps done got ya, uh
I'm Michael Meyers but shoot
Like Jason Tatum, these niggas hatin'
Feet close to the edge
It's too late to pray for patience
Switchin' fit's
Countin' cash and checkin' traps
I'm the other part of the mix
Of what these niggas lack
We gon' be straight, maybe late
But, you ain't ever heard raps this good from
A nigga wearing a copper fit knee brace
So what it do? I'm sick as the flu
Grams and jewels
I'm the Everest commercial for niggas stuck
On the couch smokin' Gorilla Glue
So have faith
A halfway house better than behind the gates
I'm ridin' bad tires on both plates
The 40 on me so just
Me rollin' is high stakes
The scale weigh wet
It snort the same off a dry plate
I'm in for action, IRL I get it crackin'
Twenty strippers and rented mansion, nigga
Who shot ya?
It's the life of a doctor
The Iron Sheik in the Phantom when I'm
Leaving the opera
With the Kash Doll type beat
We tight in the Vette
But her pants so tight it's looking
Right off them red seats
My cold simpin' and pole
Trickin' got bitches mad
'Member all you hoes was drinking
Them Call a Cab's this the part two
The first part is where we part ways
I thought you knew
Kicking this shit for all the
Victims of broken systems
Got caught lackin', won't play the victim
My raps cold
They'll freeze frame and lay victim
Thе niggas bitchin'
All in the way and actin' ignant
Who shot ya? Lemme tеll you how I'll fix ya
All headshots like ID pictures, uh
Who shot ya? Until the goons pop up
They say the opps done got ya, uh
I'm Michael Meyers but shoot
Like Jason Tatum, these niggas hatin'
Feet close to the edge
It's too late to pray for patience
Switchin' fit's
Countin' cash and checkin' traps
I'm the other part of the mix
Of what these niggas lack
We gon' be straight, maybe late
But, you ain't ever heard raps this good from
A nigga wearing a copper fit knee brace
So what it do? I'm sick as the flu
Grams and jewels
I'm the Everest commercial for niggas stuck
On the couch smokin' Gorilla Glue
So have faith
A halfway house better than behind the gates
I'm ridin' bad tires on both plates
The 40 on me so just
Me rollin' is high stakes
The scale weigh wet
It snort the same off a dry plate
I'm in for action, IRL I get it crackin'
Twenty strippers and rented mansion, nigga
Who shot ya?