Songtexte KIC - Bareman

What it do
Man Im just rolling up a q
Finna backstrap
On my blunt
I burn the paper with the crew
Make you tap dance with g3
You know my chamber keep it cruel
Know three thousand got me hot
I might just have to keep my cool
Haters always on my back
I told em line up in a queue
Like what it do
Now lotta soulja boyz
Be waving up the stick
Test the wind with broskis rpg
I made em shit their bricks
50k up on explosives
Same day bussin on her tits
Love a switch
Went bananas cos my tracers
In the clip
Fifty cal done blew my hat off
Seven sixty in the ditch
Treat my yoppa like a baby
Treat my baby like a bitch
She a topper on the daily
It was never hit or miss
Lemme switch it's ten point six
Cos twenty four seven
I think i'm heaven
See im on my cali
These uchis be jealous
See imma just bless em
With all of my presence
The devil in denim
In studio session
They gonna find out
We don't gotta tell em
They smelling that loud
It don't come with a message
Couldn't align us
They not on the level
Remember the g's
But we still skipped the letter
Can't go out sad
Codeine hooked my depression
I needed a seal
Just to hop in the section
Treating my beats
Like I treat my obsessions
No holding me back
I don't fuck with oppression
Moving in silence
Ain't talking suppressor
Cos when imma drop
It's gon be armageddon
Taking whats mine
Like it be repossession
I got me a present
Can't feel no recessions
Carti my wrist
Carti be on my bezel
Im burning on slow
Know im packing that resin
Talking poetic
They talking expensive
Ask for the price
Imma ask her perspective
Keep my girl toxic
She passive aggressive
Her micro aggressions
Get over aggressive
Its with my head
That she tryna be messing
I'm used to the hate man
Its over excessive
Never defensive
Don't answer questions
I toldem fuck twelve
Ion talk to detectives
Now what it do
Im on twelve till two
Got a couple mags
I left the scope with the platoon
I don't do no warning shots
I'm making it go boom
Didn't do no holidays
The court case coming soon
I be on bringing heat
Like all my ladies up in june
Aint no bugging for the seats
They stand up when we in the room
Hold up
I got hoes calling my phone
Pick my drink up
With a zip
I'm talking bad bitch to the bone
Hit the chronic to the dome
Im spitting logic you don know
I said konic be iconic with the beat
Its on the stone
I always gotta tell em
Keep it trapavelli
You don really wanna fucking catch
A nigga with the semi
All my niggas got my back like
Its reverse
But we go steady
I woke up to get the money
Thought i had it all already
I tell her ay
She calling me her b
She don't wanna mess around
Man She jus wanna c
I throw out the d
I be dropping e's
I don't Give f's
Bitch i be counting up my cheque