Warhol.SS, DC2Trill - With The K lyrics

Bitch, I'm off a six now
Get up off this Gary Peyton
Call the captain 'cause it's crunch time
Fake-ass trapper hittin' up my phone
Because I'm up now model bitch suck my dick
And then I blow this blunt down
Coming down, bitch,  I know you see me
(Vroom, vroom, skrrt) urus Lamborghini
Fake ass OG, don't care 'bout what you say
I know my ABCs, I got FN, but I use the K

Hit 'em with the K hit 'em with the K
Hit 'em with the K hit 'em with the K
Bust down on a pint of Wock'
Might sip this whole thing today
Street broke-ass nigga
I'ma meet him in his dreams today

I'm with your dream bitch on Rodeo Drive
Nigga try to take my belongings, nigga
That's suicide
I ain't have to call no fuckin
Uber when it's time to slide
Hit 'em with the K or F&N, now he on MRI
(Phew) wagyu steak my plate
(Damn) , Lil' Moe eating great (yeah)
He was acting ADHD, I hit him with the K
(yeah) yes, I know my ABCs
Chopper made him dance like Zay
Poured up vanilla Canada Dry, but, bitch
I ain't never Drake
Lil' bitch suck the D well
So I gave her letter A
Smoked a blunt with Stevie Wonder
Said the ether lookin great
Bitch, I feel like OKC, give me the ball
I'll do great she ain't get a thing from me
She just like the way I taste
Hit him with that glizzy G
Now that boy an organ donor
He got hit with three K's
Like a fuckin' slave owner
Beat his ass at his next show
Lil Moe gon' push up on you
I'ma pour this pour of four
Then this Russian bitch gon' lick my cum up
(Phew)

Hit 'em with the K hit 'em with the K
Hit 'em with the K hit 'em with the K
Bust down on a pint of Wock'
Might sip this whole thing today
Street broke-ass nigga
I'ma meet him in his dreams today

Nigga done say he street, boy, you capping
I just took two of them yercs
Now I'm relaxing
Mask on, mask off, we gon' get it active
I ain't even fuck that ho, but she my slave
Run that pack up (Gang, gang)
Hit his jack, fours on, dopey in my ozone
You talk too much, can't prolong
That money calling, gotta postpone
Made 4K off four phones
That's sixteen like I'm Uzi
Ayy, Glock 17 on top my seat, you want me
Then come do me
Bag it up, we gon' send 'em home, call up TSA
Bitch, I'm being cool, but you tweaking
Let that nina spray
Dozing off them opiates, but, fuck it
Pour another eight
Bitch, we been gettin' money
We got bigger plates you never ate
Ayy, ayy, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, slatt
DC, that's my brother, same thing, boy
We outside
My little nigga putting in pain pain
Leave 'em pressurized
Bitch, we shooting, but I can
Fight a lil' dirty, we gon' poke his eyes

Hit 'em with the K hit 'em with the K
Hit 'em with the K hit 'em with the K
Bust down on a pint of Wock'
Might sip this whole thing today
Street broke-ass nigga
I'ma meet him in his dreams today

I love singing new shit, like
Keep working, I never stop working
You know what I'm saying?
Even when you feel like you tired
And you can't go no
More, nigga, reach down in your
Bag and go raw, nigga
Take that tiredness and shit, take
That shit as a weakness, nigga
We ain't weak, nigga, we gangsters, nigga