K.I.F ft. BabyQhyzy Lyrics

My bro sold me ah' dumb ass gat this shit come with the game

Got too many V's so when we slide they not the same

I don't do retaliation nigga you gon' feel this flame

Kept on thinking with his dick and now his face up on ah' chain

Lil' bitch keep tryna' hold me tight she want me to leave ah' stain

Reminiscing bout' the guys so I pour out before I bang

Shot so many times they thought he died but he walking with ah cane

Walking out the chinx we seen that nigga eating shrimp lo mein

I just got me ah' 40 put that switch up on the back

Yeah I like the way it twerk so I make it throw it back

Kept on talkin' this and that now his ass up in ah' pack

Rolled the lil' nigga up and now he never coming back

I'm masked up bitch so please stop tryna' see my face

I ain't talkin' bout no Tay-K so don't compare me when I race

Do the dash when I see the law

Got them goin' for the chase but this high got me goofy

Feeling like I'm outer space

My Umi always told me watch the closes homie around

When it's all said and done, they be the one to put you down

Got ya' ass looking droopy wit ya' face up on the ground

Got niggas mama's crying looking sad up with ah' frown

Broke up with my bitch for the game and I married it

Playing with ya' life bullshitting you don't cherish shit

Before we bake ah' nigga, check his Fahrenheit

Now we spinning 260 degrees Celsius

You don't know who rattin' who chattin' what cameras capturing

Cover ya' ass on all sides and you bound to win

They hit me five times yeah they mad I'm really back again

Thought I was ah' pack I grab my gat it's time to clap again

Cold up in the trenches but you see and hear heaters

Loafing now you in the air like ah' cheerleader

Bodies in the dumpster how they know, shit was reeking

Gen five louder than ah' fuckin' Rican speaker

Skeezy on, glasses on, watch out for facial recognition

Offense but all defense get da creeping like I'm Scottie Pippen

Wet out on the asphalt, hydroplaning and I'm really drifting

Heard they switching, scope is on the AR better keep ya' distance

I don't even know who the fuck these niggas think they is

Four is rappers, three is trappers, them other niggas killing kids

No bystanders on them drills, trust me we know who we did

This time Ima' clip you, you ah' star so post up for ya' flick

Feel like paparazzi all these flashes when we shooting shit

Man I want these billions, buy some buildings I'm tired of renting shit

He keep saying what he bouta' do but never doing it

Gates ain't from the trenches but it's something he can do for them

Bill Gates ain't from the trenches but it's something he can do for us

Poverty on top we see one eating we gon' send him up

Naw that is not hating we just peep what the rich do to us

We stuck in these trenches, endless bending with them glizzies tucked

Jump out with that hammer if I whip out I'm gon' blam you

Bro got booked, we got him out all cuz' of witness shhhhhh

Plead before I shoot you yeah ya' mom taught you your manners

Better mind your business we them killers innat' fashion