Bktherula ft. ksubi Lyrics

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)