CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : KKK
You gotta motherf**kin' feel this sh*t, boy
BanBwoi
(B-BlackMayo on the beat)
Runnin' through the streets (Grrt)
It was just me (Bop), I was one deep (Deep)
If you want the pressure, hit you with a M-A-C (MAC)
Cross a motherf**ker at [?] boy, at the key (Chopper)
Everybody in the building know I love the K, chopper (Draco, draco, draco, draco)
If your mans do you wrong, he ain't really [?] (No)
These n***as out here lookin' stupid, boy you left them bad
I don't know about that n***a though (They don't know)
I heard that he used to pull kick doors
If he run up on me, I'ma let it go (Stick gang)
And I love motherf**kin' 4-Os (Wipe his nose)
I remember I was servin' out thе O' (Damn, boy)
But I had to level up, I had to grow
The dеvil 'round my back while I f**kin' sleep (f**k the devil)
But I know he cannot come in between (In between)
What God plans for a young n***a (On God)
Couple years ago, I was pullin' triggers
I ain't talkin' pizzas n***a, but I might have to deliver (Bop, bop, bop)
Pull up with that .223, that b*t*h shoot like missiles (Grrt)
It go through your liver
Damn, yeah, I love how I'm livin'
But I [?]
I don't end up short like Too $hort
But I'm ridin' 'round with that damn torch, it'll hit you, leave you moist
And I'm eatin' sh*t like pork, n***a (What? What? What?)
I eat anything (Eat), put it in front of me, I'ma eat-eat (I'ma eat-eat)
And I'm ridin' 'round town with a skeet freak
Play with me, that's a lot of shots (Lot of shots)
YL runnin' through the block
Damn, I can't believe that
Young n***a told on the gang, you is motherf**kin' disgraced
Ridin' 'round and the chopper ain't for display
Let that motherf**ker loose and n***a, bite your face (Bite)
I pray these blessings keep on coming my way
I hit her with the special move, I f**ked her sideways
Damn, [?] don't play that (Play that)
Young n***as pull up on you (Bag), and I hit your whole clique
I be on that bullsh*t, if you play, you get hit (b*t*h)
And I'm on that dumb sh*t
Chopper beside me, it's in the trunk, b*t*h
Runnin' through the streets
It was just me, I was one deep
If you want the pressure, hit you with a M-A-C (MAC)
Cross a motherf**ker at [?] boy, at the key (Chopper)
Everybody in the building know I love the K, ayy
Runnin' through the streets
It was just me, I was one deep (Tay Kieth, this too hard)
Black ho' like Keesha, Dracos and reefer
We don't do that slow sh*t, fast car, you can't keep up
And my motor geeked up (Tay Kieth, what the f**k up, n***a?)
Like me, you know I'm geeked up (Geeked up)
And you know, got wine, got wine [?] on the seat, bruh
I don't wanna see ya, I make sure you won't breathe (You won't breathe)
I f**k your b*t*h, she tell me where your sh*t and wipe you clean (And wipe you clean)
And if your people lookin' for me, they know where I be (Where I am)
I ain't tryna hide from no n***a in these streets (In these streets)
You know I like smoke, you can send it in to me (It in to me)
You know I kill folks, man, this sh*t ain't none to me (Ain't none to me)
This all about the money, but my life is M.O.B. (M.O.B.)
Runnin' through the streets
It was just me, I was one deep (Deep)
If you want the pressure, hit you with a M-A-C (C)
Cross a motherf**ker at [?] boy, at the key
Everybody in the building know I love the K, ayy
Runnin' through the streets
It was just me, I was one deep
(Tay Kieth, this too hard)
(Tay Kieth, what the f**k up, n***a?)
BanBwoi
(B-BlackMayo on the beat)
Runnin' through the streets (Grrt)
It was just me (Bop), I was one deep (Deep)
If you want the pressure, hit you with a M-A-C (MAC)
Cross a motherf**ker at [?] boy, at the key (Chopper)
Everybody in the building know I love the K, chopper (Draco, draco, draco, draco)
If your mans do you wrong, he ain't really [?] (No)
These n***as out here lookin' stupid, boy you left them bad
I don't know about that n***a though (They don't know)
I heard that he used to pull kick doors
If he run up on me, I'ma let it go (Stick gang)
And I love motherf**kin' 4-Os (Wipe his nose)
I remember I was servin' out thе O' (Damn, boy)
But I had to level up, I had to grow
The dеvil 'round my back while I f**kin' sleep (f**k the devil)
But I know he cannot come in between (In between)
What God plans for a young n***a (On God)
Couple years ago, I was pullin' triggers
I ain't talkin' pizzas n***a, but I might have to deliver (Bop, bop, bop)
Pull up with that .223, that b*t*h shoot like missiles (Grrt)
It go through your liver
Damn, yeah, I love how I'm livin'
But I [?]
I don't end up short like Too $hort
But I'm ridin' 'round with that damn torch, it'll hit you, leave you moist
And I'm eatin' sh*t like pork, n***a (What? What? What?)
I eat anything (Eat), put it in front of me, I'ma eat-eat (I'ma eat-eat)
And I'm ridin' 'round town with a skeet freak
Play with me, that's a lot of shots (Lot of shots)
YL runnin' through the block
Damn, I can't believe that
Young n***a told on the gang, you is motherf**kin' disgraced
Ridin' 'round and the chopper ain't for display
Let that motherf**ker loose and n***a, bite your face (Bite)
I pray these blessings keep on coming my way
I hit her with the special move, I f**ked her sideways
Damn, [?] don't play that (Play that)
Young n***as pull up on you (Bag), and I hit your whole clique
I be on that bullsh*t, if you play, you get hit (b*t*h)
And I'm on that dumb sh*t
Chopper beside me, it's in the trunk, b*t*h
Runnin' through the streets
It was just me, I was one deep
If you want the pressure, hit you with a M-A-C (MAC)
Cross a motherf**ker at [?] boy, at the key (Chopper)
Everybody in the building know I love the K, ayy
Runnin' through the streets
It was just me, I was one deep (Tay Kieth, this too hard)
Black ho' like Keesha, Dracos and reefer
We don't do that slow sh*t, fast car, you can't keep up
And my motor geeked up (Tay Kieth, what the f**k up, n***a?)
Like me, you know I'm geeked up (Geeked up)
And you know, got wine, got wine [?] on the seat, bruh
I don't wanna see ya, I make sure you won't breathe (You won't breathe)
I f**k your b*t*h, she tell me where your sh*t and wipe you clean (And wipe you clean)
And if your people lookin' for me, they know where I be (Where I am)
I ain't tryna hide from no n***a in these streets (In these streets)
You know I like smoke, you can send it in to me (It in to me)
You know I kill folks, man, this sh*t ain't none to me (Ain't none to me)
This all about the money, but my life is M.O.B. (M.O.B.)
Runnin' through the streets
It was just me, I was one deep (Deep)
If you want the pressure, hit you with a M-A-C (C)
Cross a motherf**ker at [?] boy, at the key
Everybody in the building know I love the K, ayy
Runnin' through the streets
It was just me, I was one deep
(Tay Kieth, this too hard)
(Tay Kieth, what the f**k up, n***a?)
