Yung Kayo - down (one kount) lyrics
[Yung Kayo - down one kount lyrics]
Ooh, DFTK ooh
Down, down (One kount)
Down, down (One kount, DFTK)
Down, down, down
(Only get one kount, one kount)
I stay down for the kount, two hundred racks
I know too many niggas not true to that
I hear Lana Del Rey when the realest sing
She smell all of that inside of the Dior bed
I got Dolce Gabbana, the crush your head
That lil' diamond you have
Ain't fit the cul-de-sac
Your girl came over and left
With a broken back
We work your man off in the Prada and sue him
Stick that grip to her bra with
That and dick her down
You know it's now, don't waste your time
You know it's now, don't waste your time
All of my niggas living and they ready to die
All of this pain and I'm sippin'
My brain 'bout to risе
Keep it triple 7 'cause the fakе can't hide
Work with my brothers so it ain't all mine
Niggas undercover, ain't racks for the custom
In the, I'm dodging your highs
And I do not pull strings
But I aim at your older
Nigga with the 19, fall asleep when I hold it
Know you know, so you ain't gotta notice
Know you know how to put on that Bottega
All my niggas chrome
That smoke gon' Hiroshi'
Smokin' from the those bitch, the rollies
I like when her ass be poking
I know you keep gon' wishin' and hopin'
Boy, this expensive pieces and tokens
I got the Rolls Royce just like I'm the Joker
Money stack inside, I got my nose up
I talked to your bitch, 2 AM, playing poker
I'm getting so high, your mouth might foam up
How you talk down but I see you ain't own up
I want you down for the
Kount then you know it
I want you down for the
Kount then you know it
I want you down so the pain don't show
Who you do it for, better seek to your soul
Only get one Kount, one Kount
Only get one Kount, one Kount
Only get one Kount ooh (Kount)
Only get one Kount (Kount)
Only get one Kount (Kount)
Down, down (One kount)
Down, down (One kount, DFTK)
Down, down, down
(Only get one kount, one kount)
I stay down for the kount, two hundred racks
I know too many niggas not true to that
I hear Lana Del Rey when the realest sing
She smell all of that inside of the Dior bed
I got Dolce Gabbana, the crush your head
That lil' diamond you have
Ain't fit the cul-de-sac
Your girl came over and left
With a broken back
We work your man off in the Prada and sue him
Stick that grip to her bra with
That and dick her down
You know it's now, don't waste your time
You know it's now, don't waste your time
All of my niggas living and they ready to die
All of this pain and I'm sippin'
My brain 'bout to risе
Keep it triple 7 'cause the fakе can't hide
Work with my brothers so it ain't all mine
Niggas undercover, ain't racks for the custom
In the, I'm dodging your highs
And I do not pull strings
But I aim at your older
Nigga with the 19, fall asleep when I hold it
Know you know, so you ain't gotta notice
Know you know how to put on that Bottega
All my niggas chrome
That smoke gon' Hiroshi'
Smokin' from the those bitch, the rollies
I like when her ass be poking
I know you keep gon' wishin' and hopin'
Boy, this expensive pieces and tokens
I got the Rolls Royce just like I'm the Joker
Money stack inside, I got my nose up
I talked to your bitch, 2 AM, playing poker
I'm getting so high, your mouth might foam up
How you talk down but I see you ain't own up
I want you down for the
Kount then you know it
I want you down for the
Kount then you know it
I want you down so the pain don't show
Who you do it for, better seek to your soul
Only get one Kount, one Kount
Only get one Kount, one Kount
Only get one Kount ooh (Kount)
Only get one Kount (Kount)
Only get one Kount (Kount)