Kao Luciano Lyrics

I was down on my ass, needed a fast move

Now I'm in and out the trap just like the fast food

got a hundred on the dash, I'm in a fast mood

Driving drunk, I might just crash through

Wheels up, bro just got the hemi

Sticks up, I just copped a semi

Talking blues, I been counting plenty

Put your homie on the news, who you sending next?

Niggas better get in tune 'cause I'm on their necks

I just do it like Nike, better get in check

Hope you ain't gon' try and fight me

Bullets to your chest, ain't no tussling or biting less I'm having sex, shorty tell me I'm the best

And she think I'm next, real menace, real demon child

My niggas wild like some crocodiles

Had to get it out the mud, ain't never had things

I ain't never catching sleep 'cause I have dreams

I'm still S.O. , U.G.L.Y

Her ass bussing out them damn jeans

If we're fucking then I'm bussing in her damn spleen

My enemies all act like they friends with me

If I ain't got my glasses on then I can barely see

Apparently, I'm too bad for my own good

My opps stuffed in my backwoods

And it smoke good, BOV, that's my old hood

And I really wish a nigga would

Or act like he could, just act like you should

and Stay in your place and stay out my face

Before I catch a case 'cause I'm gon' do it

And if I don't, then my brothers do it

We really ruthless, pull up with them tools and leave you screwless

Really a nuisance, get your crew lit if you're acting stupid

So don't you do it, awwww boi, don't you do it

Leave your mama clueless, what happened to him?

He talk s***, now he laying in a ditch, with that b****

Man, I was sick when I was -

down on my ass, needed a fast move

Now I'm in and out the trap just like the fast food

got a hundred on the dash, I'm in a fast mood

Driving drunk, I might just crash through

Wheels up, bro just got the hemi

Sticks up, I just copped a semi

Talking blues, I been counting plenty

Put your homie on the news, who you sending next?

Niggas better get in tune 'cause I'm on their necks

We ain't clout chasing but we going viral

Staying strapped for my rivals

Hit a nigga in his spinal now he can't walk

Shoot a nigga loose lips now he can't talk

I be really in the 6 with them baseballs

Hit a home run, nigga now I'm running home

Ain't no running, aiming for your dome

Aim nice, shooting dice with my lil bros

Take my advice and never trust a stupid hoe

And keep your pole 'cause you don't wanna be too close

We on go, turn your body to a ghost

Young Capricorn, call me Kao , Kay the goat

I put my d*** up in her throat and don't you choke (uh uh)

She thinks it's funny ain't no joke

B****, I'm really from the north and I get it from the source

Ain't no choice, I could never trust them boys

Really grew up with them toys making noise

Who she love more than Kaorio

Kao Luciano, Kao Luciano, Kao Luciano (uh huh)

Kao Luciano, Kao Luciano, Kao Luciano, Kao Luciano

I was down on my ass, needed a fast move

Now I'm in and out the trap just like the fast food

got a hundred on the dash, I'm in a fast mood

Driving drunk, I might just crash through