DXVXS feat. K Rick - COPYCAT Lyrics

Lyrics COPYCAT - DXVXS , K Rick



Nico, what the fuck man, you did it again
Back on our bullshit
Yeah, yeah
Aye, aye, aye, aye
Bitch, we up now
Throwing paper in the club, drinking forties since the fucking sundown
If ya′ll want the rundown
This is how it goes, ya'll ain′t fucking with this flow
Groupies hugging me at shows
Turn your wifey to my hoes
Bitch, we up now
Pulling up in foreigns, IRS been keeping tabs
Bitch we out here popping tags
Put these fake-ass motherfuckers inside fucking body-bags
Bitches pussy, copycats
Bitch we winning, copy that
But they can't, nah
Bitch, I'm up now
Labels calling me because they know that I′m a cash cow
Skrtting in the Lamborghini we be going fast now
Models fucking with the kid because I got some cash now
Fit be dripping, got these bitches tweaking, finna act out
Shoutout my squad, shout Nico, shoutout K Rick
My shit on fuego, your song a skip, your shit is Bayless
My feet on Gucci, your shoes a walkout, got ′em at Payless
My shit is better, ya'll playing checkers
Homie I play chess
That bitch ride or die
Said she down for life, I said, "say less"
Man my life it got a purpose, I can′t walk around aimless
All ya'll my children, my crew we different, ain′t on same shit
She for the streets
She wanna fuck me, she wanna be famous
She wanna be famous
She wanna be famous
Don't wanna be nameless
Don′t wanna be nameless
She wanna be famous
She wanna be famous
Ain't fucking with lame shit
Ain't fucking with lame shit
Bitch, we up now
Throwing paper in the club, drinking forties since the fucking sundown
If ya′ll want the rundown
This is how it goes, ya′ll ain't fucking with this flow
Groupies hugging me at shows
Turn your wifey to my hoes
Bitch, we up now
Pulling up in foreigns, IRS been keeping tabs
Bitch we out here popping tags
Put these fake-ass motherfuckers inside fucking body-bags
Bitches pussy, copycats
Bitch we winning, copy that
But they can′t, nah
We irreplaceable, ya'll be expendable, ya′ll be on Jason
I be untraceable, that shit uncaseable
Killing the beat like I'm OJ
OK, dodging these bitches like olay
They see me flexing like, "no way"
I fuck a bitch, tell her I love her
Then move to the next, yeah I rotate
Cause I′m up now
What they say, you can do anything you want when you sexy
Plus I'm making bennies so these broke ass hoes can't press me
She ain′t cuffed when she with me, with me ain′t got no left ring
I got so much left to do on Earth so I ain't resting
Wallet looking fat, bitch I call my pockets Lizzo
Money make her wet, but I make that hoe crescendo
Cause we raging like tonight is the last night we got left
Take a couple pulls, vodka make me wanna talk shit
Money make me toxic
Bitch I ain′t no option
But I ain't selling souls, my shit ain′t up for no auction
Looking for some purpose in my life I just need meaning
Fighting with my demons
Bitch, we up now
Throwing paper in the club, drinking forties since the fucking sundown
If ya'll want the rundown
This is how it goes, ya′ll ain't fucking with this flow
Groupies hugging me at shows
Turn your wifey to my hoes
Bitch, we up now
Pulling up in foreigns, IRS been keeping tabs
Bitch we out here popping tags
Put these fake-ass motherfuckers inside fucking body-bags
Bitches pussy, copycats
Bitch we winning, copy that
But they can't, nah
Broke my heart, left me sad
He left your ass, now you want me back
Sorry bitch, ain′t got time for that
I′ma skirt your ass like a running-back
My flow is different, your ears they bleeding
I'm going crazy, hands to the ceiling
Flow so hard call it a beating
You wanna see me, set up a meeting
They call me K Rick for one thing
I′m a light skin nigga who run the game
You the one that switched up, I never changed
Step up to me, and you got the gang
Roll down the window, call it bang-bang
Oh you want the crew? Call that gang-bang
Cooking in the kitchen, got that pussy stew
Niggas try me, end up on the news
I'll never stop ′til I'm at the top
Run ′round me, make your body drop
So much pressure make your mama drop
I'm on this beat, I'm in the street
Bitch, we up now
Throwing paper in the club, drinking forties since the fucking sundown
If ya′ll want the rundown
This is how it goes, ya′ll ain't fucking with this flow
Groupies hugging me at shows
Turn your wifey to my hoes
Bitch, we up now
Pulling up in foreigns, IRS been keeping tabs
Bitch we out here popping tags
Put these fake-ass motherfuckers inside fucking body-bags
Bitches pussy, copycats
Bitch we winning, copy that
But they can′t, nah



Writer(s): Davis Glanton


DXVXS feat. K Rick - Out of the Woods, Vol. 1
Album Out of the Woods, Vol. 1
date of release
15-01-2021




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