KC DaArtist - KC DaBuggout-TOP 2 (feat. A.VIATTI) Lyrics

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It's cost finger, baby
Ay, yo, Ary
Beefing with you, I promise we gon' leave em sorry

And they know we the like for the party
Was shoot or get shot, he got put in the Marley
I been feening to catch me a victim
Don't come to my V, we gon' flip him

Oh, he looking for me, we gon' spliff him
Hollows gon' hit his brain and leave him big dumb
They like, KC, we hate when you chilling
But it's better than going out drilling

Give me the grip bet I'm going out killing
Don't ball like Buggout, you know wherw the bench is
Niggas using my clout for they mentions
When I rap, bet they pay me attention

I'm the reason these bitches can eat
So now you gon' have to pay me for your breath, bitch
Yo, Buggout
I told you to pass me my sitchy

I swear I'm a Buggout
It's the reason niggas wanna f*ck now
Got my money up and copped me a bust down
When I swerve through the X, hear a tough sound

I be scoring on bitches like touchdown
Heard Viatti and he wanna touch down
I know bitches be pressed when I touch down
I get money, reason why they hatin'

F*ck the rumble, we could get it shakin'
Yes, they talk, but don't do what they sayin'
She want smoke, f*ck it, I been waitin'
Bitches be envious, I'm on some pretty shit

Need me a nigga so I could get gritty with Bitches don't like me, they niggas be feelin' it
Got energy, I could pull up to your city with Want my song blastin' like a rocket

Say you better than me, bitch, stop it
Keep a grip In the purse and my cousin got drip
Keep the grip in her pocket
Yeah, I bet they didn't think I would make it out

You was real, but I bet that you fakin' Now
Get money, ain't nothin' to play about
Hear my name, like, the f*ck is you sayin' now
Mrs everything heat when I hop on the beat

When I'm done, I throw it like confetti
She really think I'ma see her again
When I'm done, I throw her out the telly
Ain't wifing no bitch takin' dick in the belly

Feelin' of killin', I'm feelin' like Melly
My ex told me she needed space for some time
Dropped a song, now she beggin' me, sayin' she ready
I'm with my cousin, yeah, we goin' viral

You gettin' sturdy, spin, you better spiral
Niggas prayin' to God that I never get famous
Better off readin' your Bible
But we better not catch you lackin' at the church

Better yet, leave a nigga where it hurts
Feelin' like soon I'ma be in a hearse
Too many opps that got put in a dirt shirt
Watch your mouth when you speakin' on me, bitch

Suck my dick