Lyrics Put Me In - Kolyon

The streets spoke & they been waiting on me
These local rappers they been thinkin' they me
My nigga dead I can't assemble the peace
And all my niggas see is RED when they remember the beef
And I been going through some things
Like why the fuck do these fuck niggas claim that they real then they change
Got me going through some things
If I up it then I will, then I'm clutching with the steel to your brain
I'm playing hopscotch
Sweating off the stove wit them hot pots
And serving powder for the nose to my watchout
I told my niggas holla 12
Block hot
See I might need another scale cuz the clock out
A dropout or well-known convicted felon
Tell the judge suck my dick
I ain't no bitch and I ain't tellin'
Koly P the shit is what you bitch niggas smelling
You fuck niggas chill 'fore the stick get to yellin'
I'm rebellious
My revolver hold 7 and my dog just bought a stolen Mac 11
All dogs don't go to heaven
I'm clutching the Smith and Wesson
If the pussy nigga sneeze we gon bless him
Achooo
Mr. Fuck Nigga you, see you done caught that fuck nigga flu
See, this what we gon do
If you coppin' I want too
And my jits sticking shit up like some glue
Man, free that nigga cool
Gucci trap thinking bout them 32's
Lil kodak on the Ave catching scab after school
My niggas on the bass smoking loud and selling blues
& You can do the math
Just put the buckets with the crabs
Hide em & cross em & backstab
These fuck niggas active
Fuckboys and bastards
Who think they real cuz they tried to give me 4 in the back
And ima cop a ghost & call it Casper
Lil koly bout to blow up pompano like it's NASA
So shut the fuck nigga
Yeah my 9 is mathematical
Kamikaze koly and my niggas they some animals
Geronimo
Coppin coose like it's domino's
First mixtape I swear to god I fucked a ton of hoes
Geronimo
555
Doing deals like we dominoes
Pussy
Going on, these fuck niggas think they Kolyon
A good fella get cheddar
Nigga neck it's on
I just sold a whole ounce in a school zone
Imma hold this shit here down until pooh home
Bitch I'm 10 toes down with no shoes on
Nigga fuck them Levi's I want them Trues on
I want that S550 paint and 2 tomb
And all my hundreds crisp just like I'm boolyon
And them crackas they can't catch me cause that woo on me
Playin' wit the pistol I lost two homies
And I could fuck yo sister with this new money
It's a shame what she gon do for all these blue hundreds
The streets spoke, and I am the poke
With the Pyrex and the fork I be baptizing dope