Kano - Ghetto Kyote lyrics

I’m from the hood but it’s just home
And ain’t no place like home sweet home
There’s a whole deep of heat on the street
Some plastic and some chrome
I’m old school like classics
I love a one on one but I can play gun on gun
Some talk a good game
But they ain’t practical
And they won’t clap the tool
I’ll clap old niggas
I’ll clap niggas in school
If you don’t wanna play gun to mum
Let’s play knife to wife
I’ll stab bitches I’m cruel
Why waste a clip I’m poor
If it’s war I might roll up to the whip
Open doors and hold up your bitch
When the four’s open, fire back off
You gotta back off cuh you might
Get holes in your hips
Respect the fireball respect me


If you reppin for the hood you represent me
And I be where 50 cent be in a club with
No bub just some Hennessey and bales of weed
I’m bad breed
Watch your back if you say you’re ahead of me
Cock em back, be prepared just know that
I ain’t scared just know that
Buss thru the letter holes in their
Creps where the toes at
See your letterholes mind your step
I hold that once I start I can’t hold back
Who’s gonna hold me back once
I start you’re crazy
Shut you up with a dum dum you baby
Gets much deeper
Take away your son like a night
Wrecker in a day scheme
And put the heater to his
Head and sing rock-a-bye baby

KA, blowing up road, KAN, shotting like O’s
KA slash Kano with the flow again
You can’t catch Kano there I go again
Gash, Kano’s got a batch of em, Papes
Kano’s got a stack of em
Got a lash on them niggas
Watching my cash come in got a MASH for them
Niggas that’s too masculine
KA, every damn day I’m on
The road tryna get paid
So hot like we sunbathe in a
Blacked out golf with Shane
I bravo Brunel and Dage
You know my aim’s to make money
And sonny you know the way
Check the grams you know the weight
And I got mounds on the block
With plans for the Glock
It’s KA, down for a lot, down
To shot, down to shoot, down to rob
Down to buss verse, I’m down to earth
Down to put you 6 feet down to earth
Bang down your doors like trick or treat
Treat me with P’s cause trips to heat
And you don’t want to mix the
Heat with a cold heart
Cause I know you got shit to eat
Ay-Oh, and you know I’m on
The road tryna get dough
Love the road and can’t let go
Still tryna build my P’s up like Lego
Still rude still won’t say hello
Still like old school tunes like bellow
Still good, still hood, still Ghetto
Still K, Still A, Still NO, still mellow
Still about that paper
Quick P’s tryna catch that paper
Still cash or gash
And then lash your gash an hour later
I won’t be long
In the game that’s where I belong
Making change that’s what I been on
And if your girl don’t come home
Then you know what she’s been on

Cause when I spit, I spit to kill
Spit fires at alarms you know the drill
Entire crew armed you know the drill
Bring games if you wanna play you know I will
Spit rounds and run clowns outta town
Cause your click don’t like when
They hear the clip
Gets Nasty, draw clip chicks come with nasty
Clip clip come with nasty
Don’t put it past me, yeah I can be nasty
Mash that boy that’s tryna walk past me
Blast him imma blast me can’t class me
With these other MC’s I’m nasty
KA do it my way, do
It smartly, soon come soon
Bun then a whole party
No time for the badminds tryna
Dart me, can’t harm me, kano I’m a kamikaze