NPR Lyrics

(Aye, KKilla)

Just for the record, there's no public record

Not going for silver but still I been surfing

Going for gold, going for platinum

Ducking the hoes I been going phantom

Just for the record, there's no public record

Not going for silver but still I been surfing

Going for gold, going for platinum

Ducking the hoes, I been going phantom

Mastered Life Kit, I mastered Code Switch, (NPR)

Making money like Mitch, it wasn't always like this

(It wasn't always like this)

Started serving some dick, that's the life that I lived

Now I'm crossing that bridge and I feel Like that nigga

I'm clutching this pen

While these niggas clutch pistols, my dawgs on a mission

Yo dawgs end up missing, you peeping the difference

No games bout my hunger, I'm repping my district

I pass to my dawg, he gone hit the Game winner

Can tell Jett ain't married, he ain't got no misses

Went six to a nine, girl I told you I'd flip you

You talking to God, I love when you read scripture

Don't need a description, girl you a Doctor

Your love is prescription

And if I am honest, that shit kinda ironic

I live in the shadows but move like I'm Sonic (Sinner)

This shit is too easy, this shit just a hobby

Just for the record, there's no public record

Not going for silver but still I been surfing (Silver Surfer)

Going for gold, going for platinum

Ducking the hoes, I been going phantom (going phantom)

Just for the record, there's no public record

Not going for silver but still I been surfing (Silver Surfer)

Going for gold, going for platinum

Ducking the hoes, I been going phantom (going phantom)

Done playing with niggas, it's up for some niggas

Cut different than niggas, yo girl acting Thirsty

I fill up the pitcher

Semen mimosa she sipping, her ocean got motion, I lickety split it

Subtracted some niggas so tell me the difference

I'm still on a mission, I'm still on a hunt

Smoking the haze, we mix it with runtz, you not a big dog, you just a pup

Serving good D, I made that bitch punt, not on the map bitch I stay in the cut

Applying that pressure, it's not letting up

Bussing her levees, Katrina for weather, you know that I'm with it, you know that I'm Ready

Big broadcast like it's NPR

(NPR)

Hoes stop breathing, give them hoes CPR

(CPR)

Yeah

Aye

I gaslight a bitch till she tell me we lit (awe shit)

I know I'm toxic

She drunk and she throwing a fit, running to you sayin' I just liked her pic

(Lock in)

Nonchalant baby it's cool I know you a thot

Calm and collected you know that I thought it out

Don't like to speak cause my money it talk a lot

Shawty thought I was gone chase her, I walked it out

(Shawty gone walk it out)

I walk it out

(Yeah)

I walk it out

NPR, need a podcast cause I talk a lot

Do your dance, she throwing ass in the parking lot

Gotta get my bread right, really love bitches that be twerking on them headlight

Kodak really said right get out the whip lil baby and walk it out

(Finish him)

Word

I'm drive the boat, and sinking the ship

I'm dipping the dots and calling the dibs

I'm swinging the crib and spill on your bib

I did what I doesn't and did what I did

It is what it is

I baby your daddy while smacking your kids

Could never snitch but I swear to god I'll show a pussy nigga what the fuck I just did

Hold on my nigga, hold on my nigga, hold on my nigga

I'm good Kuy gotta finish writing this picture

I'm thumbing through figures

I lynch a few crackers, now gather the niggas

I'm holding the triggers and pulling the switches

I'm jocking the hoes, I'm slapping the bitches

You know how it goes, Pinocchio nose, the more that I talk, the more that it grows

The more that I die, the more that I know

I'm walking through life and closing the doors

Now breath through your eyes and open your nose

And nigga go ahead and rub on your genie

Then maybe you'd beat me or maybe you be me but

Baby It's Breeski

(Fatality)