Lyrics K.O. (feat. Manchureon, Solomon WOOK & Chow Mane) - Kaze Jones
Yo
Yo
Gimme
space,
and
back
it
up
Battlestar
Galactica
I
will
smash
your
face
into
the
floor
like
I
was
Gallagher
Dusty
crates
I'm
reppin',
you
can
greet
me
as
ambassador
Reign
on
lands,
I'm
making
plans
I'll
cut
you
out
and
stack
it
up
Dual
swords,
one
in
the
mouth
I'm
that
myth
they
talk
about
Hit
the
stage
and
rock
the
crowd
I'll
pick
you
up
and
toss
you
out
Throwing
bows,
I
box
you
out
J-R-C,
I
say
it
proud
I'm
that
monster
lurking
in
the
sewers,
I
rep
underground
We
connected,
young
and
reckless
We
the
brown
chip
in
the
Chex
Mix
Seasoned
vets
up
on
the
guestlist,
massacre
without
the
Texas
Hit
me
up,
just
on
the
low
I
will
take
over
the
globe
Show
your
palms,
the
world
is
yours
I'm
blowing
bombs,
I'm
taking
wars
Flowin'
bars
without
the
soap
Holding
arms,
rinse
out
the
dome
You
are
dirt,
you
scrubbed
so
hard,
you
washed
up,
and
you
dried
the
dope
Hitting
frees,
I'm
Mr.
Clean
Spitting
shine
on
disbelief
Allergic
to
your
bullshit,
rap
like
I'm
on
antihistamines
You
don't
really
want
it
While
you
hittin'
on
me
for
nothing,
better
get
up
off
me
Chillin',
vibing
with
my
possé
I
will
snap
in
a
second,
and
if
you
ever
cross
it
You
don't
really
want
it
While
you
hittin'
on
me
for
nothing,
better
get
up
off
me
Chillin',
vibing
with
my
possé
I
will
snap
in
a
second,
and
if
you
ever
cross
it
Had
to
stitch
up,
put
a
cast
on
my
lazy
bones
(Shit)
Say,
"What's
good"
to
WOOK
and
then
go
dap
up
my
man,
Kaze
Jones
(What's
good)
Hate
your
tone,
back
up
six
feet,
you
in
the
danger
zone
(Woah)
Should
have
watched
your
back,
whoever
told
you,
my
ass
came
alone
(Hah)
It's
all
good,
you
can
keep
the
whole
bill
I
don't
need
no
change
Know
what
I'm
saying,
okay
Feel
the
gas
the
propane,
Chow
Mane
Leading
up
the
charge,
he
ain't
got
no
breaks
Know
what
I'm
saying
(Yeah)
Yeah,
uh
I'm
high
talking,
so
high,
I'm
sky
walking
I
seem
to
be
nearly
spending
more
time
with
my
mind,
pausing,
yo
(Wait)
Aye,
let
me
warm
up,
take
a
few
rounds
of
practice
shots
(Uh)
'Cause
I'm
so
high,
bruh,
I
think
I'm
higher
than
Travis
Scott
(I'm
high
as
fuck)
I
rather
not
take
the
path
where
I
see
cabbage
rots
I
rather
block
than
take
the
charge
when
you
attack
the
spot
(Yeah)
I'll
laugh
it
off
if
you
miss
the
shot
when
I
pass
the
rock
I
laugh
a
lot
'cause
it's
funny
when
I
can
spot
the
fox
You
don't
really
want
it
While
you
hittin'
on
me
for
nothing,
better
get
up
off
me
Chillin',
vibing
with
my
possé
I
will
snap
in
a
second,
and
if
you
ever
cross
it
You
don't
really
want
it
While
you
hittin'
on
me
for
nothing,
better
get
up
off
me
Chillin',
vibing
with
my
possé
I
will
snap
in
a
second,
and
if
you
ever
cross
it
Address
me
as
your
elder,
those
of
you
who
don't
impress
me
Flexing
what
you
didn't
earn,
just
count
your
parent's
blessings
Following
the
current
trends,
so
who
are
you
expressing?
Then
fade
away
in
people's
brains,
just
what
were
you
expecting?
I'm
in
it
for
the
long
haul,
so
go
rent
a
truck
I
smoke
the
leaves
off
of
clovers,
and
hope
for
better
luck
Now
we
teeming
in
the
streets,
see
the
riots,
run
amok
If
you
say
A-C-A-B,
then
I
know
you
know
what's
up
That's
enough
I
fucked
around
and
was
successful
A
machine
that
accidentally
passed
the
bechdel
We
play
the
same
game,
but
reaching
different
levels
I
went
through
the
Seven
Hells
and
defeated
the
Devil
Speak
of
the
Devil,
the
government
still
owes
me
twelve
hundred
dollars,
so
Now
how
I'm
feeling
is
that
song
by
Rihanna
'Cause
those
bitches
better
have
my
money
Fuck
a
tax
credit,
they
could
pay
me
through
my
Venmo,
Cash
App,
or
debit
(Aye,
yeah)
I'm
in
California
sweatin'
in
this
Montclair
coat
Forty
years
ago,
my
family
came
here
on
a
boat
Lately,
I
feel
like,
"Fuck
the
world",
I
pull
her
hair,
grab
her
throat
Look
at
this
necklace,
came
a
long
way
from
broke
Cold
nights,
extra
blankets
if
you
want
it,
come
and
take
it
Pork
belly
on
the
stove,
you
never
see
me
cooking
bacon
Shorty
naked
in
an
apron,
while
I'm
counting
up
blue
faces
When
she
goin'
home
to
you,
that's
my
Gabbana
on
her
fragrance
Smell
familiar,
don't
it?
Hah
Aye,
so
show
me
my
opponent
You
don't
know
how
long
I've
waited
for
this
moment
The
rope
is
getting
tighter,
and
I'm
focused
I'm
a
fighter,
Hidden
Tiger
flow,
it's
open
season
on
anybody
who
want
it
Baby,
what
you
gonna
do,
what
you
gotta
say,
what
you
gotta
prove?
If
it
ain't
about
this
paper,
bitch
move
I'm
stomping
on
some
heads
in
these
thousand
dollar
shoes
That's
your
girl,
you
known
forever,
I'm
the
one
she
gonna
choose
Aye
Aye,
it's
a
knockout,
homie
You
don't
really
want
it
While
you
hittin'
on
me
for
nothing,
better
get
up
off
me
Chillin',
vibing
with
my
possé
I
will
snap
in
a
second,
and
if
you
ever
cross
it
You
don't
really
want
it
While
you
hittin'
on
me
for
nothing,
better
get
up
off
me
Chillin',
vibing
with
my
possé
I
will
snap
in
a
second,
and
if
you
ever
cross
it
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