CAPA/TRACKLIST

Letra : Freestyle

Yeah, yeah
Kali
Ooh, DJ Century, you making beats now?
You making beats now?

Ho, I ain't talk 'bout sh*t on the internet, dissin'
That b*t*h don't want no smoke, better hope she listen
Make her pray I don't catch her a**, I'ma turn that ho to a Christian
B*t*h, I'm in my bag, I'm gettin' money, I'm living
Snatchies with her n***a, that's why that b*t*h livid
I don't give a f**k 'bout no mad ho, I'm his ex, that's a red flag, ho
You might as well leave him alone
That n***a, he stay in my phone
He attached, he the dog on a bone
He just wanna give me the dome
Hold on, b*t*h, I'm in my zone

Any ho say I'm ugly need to put her gla**es back on
I got the world screaming, "Kali," that's why these b*t*hes don't like me
Sh*t, I'd be mad too if I ain't like me, and that's all I f**king hear
Anyway, let's go

Got the whole world screaming, "Kali"
Watch out 'fore I f**k on your daddy
Mad ho, knick-knack, that b*t*h Maddy
She ain't on sh*t, these b*t*hes is chatty
Sh*t on these b*t*hes, I'll do that gladly
Your BD want me badly
You still mad? Well, b*t*h, I'm happy
All I smoke is zaza
B*t*hes on that ra-ra
You ain't talking guala, that's a nada
Hood b*t*h, she a robber
Yeah, she'll rob ya
Keep your eye ya-ya, gotta watch her