[Verse]
Feel like I’m fucked up in the head now
I been chasin’ paper, bitch
I’m all about my bread now
Can’t fuck wit' none of these hoes
They back door and get you stretched now
And every single block the opps was on runnin' red now
They know I’m straight up out the gutter
Tryna turn myself to something
We both from nothing
But why the fuck the opps still ain’t got nothin'
They wonder why my name Khari (Kyrie), 'cause nigga I be clutchin'
Drop a bag up on that Drac'
And watch that shipment come from Russia
I could've fucked all of yo' bitches and yo' mama and yo' cousin
When I flew out to yo' city, you was postin', you ain’t touch me
When I pullеd up to yo' block, I had that iron, I coulda bust you
But you reached out for a handshake, you pussy likе yo brothers
I’m antisocial but niggas know who I am
I told lil bro if he run up, then we gon' put his ass on cam
I told my bruddas up the score if they get caught up in that jam
Yo' nigga say that he want smoke
Bitch don’t get caught up wit yo mans
And fuck that case 'cause bitch I’d rather get caught wit it
Than without it
They wonder why them murders goin' up, my city hella crowded
These niggas question me
I don’t know why the fuck these niggas doubt me
And I ain’t never fucked wit' school, I found my lane and I rerouted
And I just want my shawty down like she Keisha off of power
Slide on the opps and make it rain, we be givin' niggas showers
And every day wake up and pray 'cause niggas dyin’ every hour
Young nigga runnin' up that cash 'til that shit look like a tower
I know some niggas that switched up and see I’m blowin'
Now they mad at a nigga
Know some niggas I beat up, say they gon' blast at a nigga
He think he finna run, them bullets comin' fast at a nigga
Kick in that door, get on the floor, we take it past that lil nigga
They want a feature, I got rich nigga prices
And I been known to carry songs, I make hits overnight, bitch
We leave them phones when we slide, they can’t ping no devices
And it’s fuck 'em til his whole fuckin' gang see the light bitch
We outside, nigga we outside
All my niggas slide, we hit up his ride, yeah
We outside, nigga we outside
Can’t fuck wit' no fraud, we gon' pull his card
This how I’m feelin’
Mmm, mmm, mmmm, mmmmmm, mmm, mmmm, mmmmmmm
This how I’m feelin’
Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea
This how I’m feelin’
Feel like I’m fucked up in the head now
I been chasin’ paper, bitch
I’m all about my bread now
Can’t fuck wit' none of these hoes
They back door and get you stretched now
And every single block the opps was on runnin' red now
They know I’m straight up out the gutter
Tryna turn myself to something
We both from nothing
But why the fuck the opps still ain’t got nothin'
They wonder why my name Khari (Kyrie), 'cause nigga I be clutchin'
Drop a bag up on that Drac'
And watch that shipment come from Russia
I could've fucked all of yo' bitches and yo' mama and yo' cousin
When I flew out to yo' city, you was postin', you ain’t touch me
When I pullеd up to yo' block, I had that iron, I coulda bust you
But you reached out for a handshake, you pussy likе yo brothers
I’m antisocial but niggas know who I am
I told lil bro if he run up, then we gon' put his ass on cam
I told my bruddas up the score if they get caught up in that jam
Yo' nigga say that he want smoke
Bitch don’t get caught up wit yo mans
And fuck that case 'cause bitch I’d rather get caught wit it
Than without it
They wonder why them murders goin' up, my city hella crowded
These niggas question me
I don’t know why the fuck these niggas doubt me
And I ain’t never fucked wit' school, I found my lane and I rerouted
And I just want my shawty down like she Keisha off of power
Slide on the opps and make it rain, we be givin' niggas showers
And every day wake up and pray 'cause niggas dyin’ every hour
Young nigga runnin' up that cash 'til that shit look like a tower
I know some niggas that switched up and see I’m blowin'
Now they mad at a nigga
Know some niggas I beat up, say they gon' blast at a nigga
He think he finna run, them bullets comin' fast at a nigga
Kick in that door, get on the floor, we take it past that lil nigga
They want a feature, I got rich nigga prices
And I been known to carry songs, I make hits overnight, bitch
We leave them phones when we slide, they can’t ping no devices
And it’s fuck 'em til his whole fuckin' gang see the light bitch
We outside, nigga we outside
All my niggas slide, we hit up his ride, yeah
We outside, nigga we outside
Can’t fuck wit' no fraud, we gon' pull his card
This how I’m feelin’
Mmm, mmm, mmmm, mmmmmm, mmm, mmmm, mmmmmmm
This how I’m feelin’
Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea
This how I’m feelin’
( YBF K Sauce )
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