K.T.B Lyrics

(Leave all that talking for the birds I'm tryna leave some shit to sleep

I walk em down just wit a fully tryna leave em underneath

I step on shit just like a matt I Hurd them niggas coppin pleas

I ain't the one to cop no deuces Bet these bitches know about me

They bet not play with FNN I'm like a dog right off the leash

I'm down to swerve and hit your top And make your body super weak

I think my Glock be hella racist It make niggas beat they feet

Call up JB just from the south you know he wack With that glee)

( Speak on the bros and we gone spin

And put your body in the dirt I ain't with that back and forth like Twitter

tryna do your ass da worse Niggas just think that I be big

And I won't put that stick to work I walk them down just with this chopp nd

Made them fade just like he Dirk

Treat an Opp just like he Ricky you know I send that boy to God

I Stick-n- moves just with precision Make em drop just like a fly

Send a few shots right thru his back nd nie them bullets rip his spine

I call that shit the overkill I press the pause and hit rewind

Dropping shells right out this Glock I bent that corner seen em flop

That boy was acting like a bitch Just like a shirt we cropped his top

I picture paint just like I'm Yak I really hope y'all get the image

It's 5v5 and it's too easy Feel like this shit be a scrimmage)

(Leave all that talking for the birds I'm tryna leave some shit to sleep

I walk em down just wit a fully Tryna leave em underneath

I step on shit just like a Matt I Hurd them niggas coppin pleas

I ain't the one to cop no deuce Bet these bitches know bout me

They bet not play wit FNN I'm like a Dog right off a leash

I'm down to swerve nd hit yo top nd make yo body super weak

I think my Glock be hella racist It make niggas beat they feet

Call up JB just from the south You know he whack you with that Glee)

(A nigga stepped up to my plate And almost knocked him out of bounds

He must have thought he was the shit But whole time looking like a clown

Some niggas know that I been chilling I ain't been trying to shake the town

So if you all up in my face Then I'm gonna make you get from Round

For all that wolfing in my face Don't get fucked up for all that bluffing

Behind that price it's belt 2 ass So best believe it ain't no running

I'm always standing on my ten Ill wipe you out just like I'm Bundy

If I had tried to stump you out You wouldn't think that shit was funny)

(Leave all that talking for the birds I'm tryna leave some shit to sleep

I walk em down just wit a fully Tryna leave them underneath

I step on shit just like a matt I hurd them niggas coppin pleas

I ain't the one to cop no deuces Bet them bitches know about me

They Betta not playing wit FNN I'm like a dog right off a leash

I'm down to swerve and hit your top And make your body super weak

I think my Glock be hella racist it niggas beat they feet

Call up J.B. just from the south You know he wacky with that Glee)