K.C Cypher (2024 edition) (feat. zy!)

Kappa Crows, big fucking money I got Rick on me, It's like I got the flu Yeah, I'm bad baby, Tell me what you tryna do Get to the bag baby, They can't match my swag baby My swag Posted up, gang geeked as f*ck Lemme nutt, Off the shrooms, Call that suck bubble slop Bitch It's Lil zy better turn me up And I'm in a fucking club, I'm selling drugs I've been taking fat bags, You don't know what's up If I drop another tab, I'm going dumb as f*ck I was off the drank, What you say to me You ain't talking much you Kappa Crows to me She's a real one, I am talking next to me Up late night, off the amphetamine I've been planting seeds under the Kappa Tree You ain't got no money, So simply cannot f*ck with me Kappa Crows, big fucking money Simply cannot f*ck with me I got too much money in my wallet, Folding me Motherfucker, Yeah, I fold the crease I got 20, 30, 40 bands, yeah, Upon me Yeah, Like five, four, three, two, one, Bitches over me Yeah, They over me Guess what, I can't f*ck with older me Don't f*ck with I, Me or Zy, We blow your head Kappa Crows like a bunch of beanies, We so overhead Switching flows every couple seconds, Yeah, I'm out my head I make hits, I make hits, Hits while I'm off the meds I think shit, I think shit, Shit, I might go and pop your head I might go outside and get some motherfucking bread again Like a toaster, Bitchass I just told ya How to get the bread and how to live it, But you won't, Yeah Lie, Lie, Lie, You a bitch ass yuh I told you But you won't, Yeah, Nothing you gon' fold yeah Yah Shit 2024, Freestyle