Текст песни Bktherula (feat. Ksubi) - Specxfic

I'm a young hoe just like bk my nigga aha
Shout out bj my nigga aha
We kicking shit like a punt aha
We smoking za smoking runts aha
Aha Aha Aha Aha Aha

See im smoking
Za za za za za
Bitch the chop sing
La la la la la
Boy you got on a vest wait he got on a vest
We gon aim for the
Mata-ta-ta-ta
Hit that boy in his chest
Hit that boy in the neck
Make him dance like
Cha cha cha cha cha
Hit a bitch from the bitch from the back
And I got that hoe wet and she just like
Aqua-qua-qua-qua

She wet like water
I am not your father
When she calling me dad
Thirty-Five bullets inside the mag
Got it yall boys won't pull it
I'm on yo ass
You don't know who did it
Don't need no mask
You was writing down notes
I was sleeping in class
You ain't take no risk, boy I got the bag
Hollup lemme take yo bitch she bad
Oh, nigga you don't got no bitch
I'll have my gay homie fuck yo dad
They calling me kash cause I got the cash
I got the bag, I got the mula
Bad bitch she look like mulan
Dump the lil hoe to proceed, to move on
SRT the kick back too strong
I feel like spec cause I'm too far too gone

Get it, septic
Not no jet lee I'm finna kick it
I got a XD that hoe kicking it
I put that boy in a box and I'm ripping it
That bitch she came in on top, ugh
And she gon give me the top
He tried to run up then that glocky gon pop
Fye gang dropped em and nun fuckin hopped
That nigga YKC built like an ock
Bitch i don't need no latter to climb to the top
Nigga I'm gon fly
Off a X pill nigga I might glide
I bust on her face, got nut on her eye
I love that lil hoe, she was like why-why-why
Nigga you whine like a bitch wah-wah-wah

Yea, stick on me like damn
I feel like bam bam
She want the meat I ain't talking ham
You might get beat told em watch yo mans
I'm in her phone nigga like a cam
Yo gun jelly tell me how it jam
How you came up nigga with a plan
He said im ass nigga off of xans
Man I'm too high I ain't gotta land
I'm in the sky I ain't finna land
Glock in the super bowl like the rams
SRT be ramming
He just called me bro
No, I ain't yo family
Glock gon make him feel less manly
No this ain't fornite cause I need a bandy
How do you do it it's easy like candy
I caught a brick from the oven like randy
I got a white hoe think her name tammy
I just might shoot off on the roof
I'm sipping lean this is not no soup
I got a Glock this gen two
And he wanna fight I ain't finna move

SRT be ramming
He just called me bro
No I ain't yo family
Glock gon make him feel less manly
No this ain't fornite cause I need a bandy
How do you do it it's easy like candy
I caught a brick from the oven like randy
I got a white hoe think her name tammy (yea)