Lyrics Koto and a 808 - Krispy Koto

Ay this is Koto and a eight-zero-eight
Ay this is Ko-Ko eight-zero-eight
Ay, mm ay with a full
Metal jacket, hm, keep
The sword in it Holy Bible
Never lackin' hm, only
Thing I lean is my feet
Michael Jackson, hm
Billy bounce in jeans when
Koto get to snappin'

Ay, this is Koto and a eight-zero-eight
Hit a stanky face
When Stinnett step up
On the plate call me
Willie Mays, ay, university
All I did was play the game
Ay why would I
Study economics? Rather
Grind the ranks

People always hatin'
I don't get it, I don't understand
Don't you want to
See some kid achieve
The plan, man I love
The beach but I really hate
The sand and I really love
The money but I don't
Wanna work again, listen

Mm ay, with a full metal
Jacket, hm, keep the
Sword in it Holy Bible
Never lackin' hm, only
Thing I lean is my feet
Michael Jackson, hm
Billy bounce in jeans when
Koto get to snappin'
Ay, can't stand this world
But God created Earth
Ay, big Gucci bags and
Prada shirts, Versace purse
Ay, you got what you want
But you walkin' on his turf
Golden gates and mansions
Up in Heaven what
Are you really worth

This a classic like Koto in
The 'eighties all the old heads
Even got me on the
Playlist tell your girl I'm
Not going roller skating
Tell that little lady she ain't
Tempin' out the baby

Koto tryna make it outta
LEX, big money moves
Big moves, we is next movin'
Real fast darkroom up the
Steps I'll do anything Koto
Coming for that neck

Yes I'm really him why you
Thinking so slow? Ay, yuh
Ay hold up, yuh
Yes I'm really him why you
Thinking so slow? Big KY
It's that Kentucky flow in the
West coast I ain't even leave
My home got em' all raving
I ain't even done the shows

Koto at The Dojo call me Bruce
Lee I just bodied ya With the
Nunchucks, nunchucks, Mr. Miyagi
Ya, in the studio on a show
Like the Regular with my
Rigby brothers, Mordecai's
Off the cellular Koto
Gonna blow, bubblegum
Where you been son off the squat
Rack, muscle man now I'm
Benchin' who gon' skip
A day? M.I.A I ain't
Missin' none go and tell
Your pops Koto finna
Drop anotha one

Mm ay, with a full metal
Jacket, I keep the sword
In it, Holy Bible never
Lackin' ay, only thing I lean
Is my feet, Michael Jackson
Billy bounce in jeans
When Koto get to snappin'

This is Koto and a eight-zero-eight
Hit a stanky face, Stinnett
Step up on the plate
Call me Willie Mays
University all I did was
Play the game, why would
I study economics? Rather
Grind the ranks, ay rather
Rather grind the ranks
Rather grind the ranks