Lawsy, Marrgielaa, Smokingskul - KINTE! lyrics
[Lawsy, Marrgielaa, Smokingskul - KINTE! lyrics]
Uh touching the Glock
Man they thought I was rapin'
I’m going up and I know they hatin'
I’m sippin Drank, I ain't with the vaping
I’m smoking weed like I'm a Jamaican
I’m smoking now I can’t breathe, Floyd
If I see 12, nigga, then avoid
Off the percs, I don’t fuck with the steroids
Trap phone, I ain’t using no droid
Smoking on loud, I can't hear no noise
I'm in the streets, I ain’t have no choice
Bitch I'm on TV, like The Voice
I'm on the percs, shaking like I'm Boyce
II'm on the percs, it’s making me sweat
I'm with yo bitch, gettin' her wet
Nigga's be queer talking on the net
Say you want smoke?, Okay nigga, bet
Been in the field, nigga like a Vet
I'm up in New York, likе the Nets
Been in the fiеld, slaving like Kinte
Chains on my neck, feelin' like Kinte
I put in work, nigga like Kinte
I'm in the village, nigga like I’m Kinte
Huh, phew
I don’t want them cigs nigga, Eric Garner
I’m in the fields, George Washington Carver
I’m off the blue chew, it make me harder
Cut off the brick, like I went to Harvard
He smoke the dab pen with a Charger
I turn the trap house to a parlor
I’m not a lick nigga, that’s for starters
Phew, huh who that is in that Ford?
I send a athiest to the Lord
We turn his whole hood to a morgue
That nigga dead, you should pull the cord
If he don’t got bread, he gon' get ignored
I don’t want peace, nigga no award
I stay in the trap, in the 5th Ward
I got the whips, nigga like I’m Kinte
She tried to come for me, I’m like Kinte
I’m in the field, nigga like I’m Kinte
Plug got a fro' I'ma call him Kinte
Gucci headband, nigga like a sensei
I got a wife beater, like a Ese
Where the fiends at? I can’t say
I’m in the penthouse, like I'm Jesse
I’m in the penthouse sticked up (Fuck)
That nigga a bitch and he got his bitch took
Try to be me, told him be you
Been in the trap, since Grade 2
I pop out the cut, then I start to shoot
That nigga a faggot, yeah that boy a fruit
You in a taxi, bitch I’m up in a coupe
Fuckin' that bitch, then she get the boot
I took the Xanax, no Perc
Nigga got popped, now he in the dirt
Nigga got popped, now he on a shirt
Bitch I'm rich, I don’t need to work
Boy you my son, nigga I’m yo' idol
Call you a bitch, now you suicidal
You gon' get killed, make yo' ass a title
Yeah nigga, they gon' kill yo' ass and
Make yo' ass a title nigga
RIP fuckin' faggot
Hold on, who that is in the Hellcat?
I hit a lick, and I’m finna spin back
Where yo' chain go? Come get yo' shit back
I went broke, so my ass hit the trap
I got rich, got a bag from packs
I got rich, got a bag from crack
Kickin' doors, I’ma take them racks
I’m a drug addict boy, I just tried crack
I slide with a Glock 17, and a Mac
I got a blue beam on the Glock
Oh you wanna talk down? You get shot
I took me a perc, and I cannot stop
We sendin' shots til' his body drop
I was like 13 sellin' wock
If you wanna talk down you get robbed
Fast money, I'm in love with the fraud
Run up on me, you can get dropped
Who the fuck?
I don't need goons, just me and that Glock
Cookin' up dope in the crockpot
Fuckin' on 3 bitches, 3 thots
Who the fuck, who the fuck?, who the fuck?
Who the fuck? Gang, for real
Buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh
Man they thought I was rapin'
I’m going up and I know they hatin'
I’m sippin Drank, I ain't with the vaping
I’m smoking weed like I'm a Jamaican
I’m smoking now I can’t breathe, Floyd
If I see 12, nigga, then avoid
Off the percs, I don’t fuck with the steroids
Trap phone, I ain’t using no droid
Smoking on loud, I can't hear no noise
I'm in the streets, I ain’t have no choice
Bitch I'm on TV, like The Voice
I'm on the percs, shaking like I'm Boyce
II'm on the percs, it’s making me sweat
I'm with yo bitch, gettin' her wet
Nigga's be queer talking on the net
Say you want smoke?, Okay nigga, bet
Been in the field, nigga like a Vet
I'm up in New York, likе the Nets
Been in the fiеld, slaving like Kinte
Chains on my neck, feelin' like Kinte
I put in work, nigga like Kinte
I'm in the village, nigga like I’m Kinte
Huh, phew
I don’t want them cigs nigga, Eric Garner
I’m in the fields, George Washington Carver
I’m off the blue chew, it make me harder
Cut off the brick, like I went to Harvard
He smoke the dab pen with a Charger
I turn the trap house to a parlor
I’m not a lick nigga, that’s for starters
Phew, huh who that is in that Ford?
I send a athiest to the Lord
We turn his whole hood to a morgue
That nigga dead, you should pull the cord
If he don’t got bread, he gon' get ignored
I don’t want peace, nigga no award
I stay in the trap, in the 5th Ward
I got the whips, nigga like I’m Kinte
She tried to come for me, I’m like Kinte
I’m in the field, nigga like I’m Kinte
Plug got a fro' I'ma call him Kinte
Gucci headband, nigga like a sensei
I got a wife beater, like a Ese
Where the fiends at? I can’t say
I’m in the penthouse, like I'm Jesse
I’m in the penthouse sticked up (Fuck)
That nigga a bitch and he got his bitch took
Try to be me, told him be you
Been in the trap, since Grade 2
I pop out the cut, then I start to shoot
That nigga a faggot, yeah that boy a fruit
You in a taxi, bitch I’m up in a coupe
Fuckin' that bitch, then she get the boot
I took the Xanax, no Perc
Nigga got popped, now he in the dirt
Nigga got popped, now he on a shirt
Bitch I'm rich, I don’t need to work
Boy you my son, nigga I’m yo' idol
Call you a bitch, now you suicidal
You gon' get killed, make yo' ass a title
Yeah nigga, they gon' kill yo' ass and
Make yo' ass a title nigga
RIP fuckin' faggot
Hold on, who that is in the Hellcat?
I hit a lick, and I’m finna spin back
Where yo' chain go? Come get yo' shit back
I went broke, so my ass hit the trap
I got rich, got a bag from packs
I got rich, got a bag from crack
Kickin' doors, I’ma take them racks
I’m a drug addict boy, I just tried crack
I slide with a Glock 17, and a Mac
I got a blue beam on the Glock
Oh you wanna talk down? You get shot
I took me a perc, and I cannot stop
We sendin' shots til' his body drop
I was like 13 sellin' wock
If you wanna talk down you get robbed
Fast money, I'm in love with the fraud
Run up on me, you can get dropped
Who the fuck?
I don't need goons, just me and that Glock
Cookin' up dope in the crockpot
Fuckin' on 3 bitches, 3 thots
Who the fuck, who the fuck?, who the fuck?
Who the fuck? Gang, for real
Buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh