YOUR PAL KILROY.

What's up? What's up? Yeah, What's up? What's up? Yeah, What's up? What's up? Yeah, What's up? What's up? Yeah What's up, what's up, what's up, what's up guy? Heard you had the thoughts of suicide Listen to me Kendrick, you'll be fine Don't blame me cause you have a boring life All your music, garbage, stop wasting your time Listen to your boy Kilroy, this is just a sign That girl gonna leave you, she won't be your wife You say you're happy, we both know that is a lie What's up? What's up? Yeah, What's up? What's up? Yeah, What's up? What's up? Yeah, What's up? What's up? Yeah What's up? What's up? Yeah, What's up? What's up? Yeah, What's up? What's up? Yeah, What's up? What's up? Yeah What's up? What's up? Yeah, What's up? What's up? Yeah, What's up? What's up? Yeah, What's up? What's up? Yeah This song is very, very toxic Ha, yeah, bitch, I'm being toxic When I post a pic, I never need a Insta caption All these niggas talkin' shit, I sit back and I'm laughin Say that you got all the money, nigga, why you cappin' Better put respect on my name, cause I'm fuckin' rad Why you mad? Matter of fact, nigga, I'm on your ass Say you wanna play basketball, nigga, you are trash Hope you get a new car and you motherfuckin' crash Hope your shorty get pregnant and you are not their dad Hope you go on a road trip and you runout of fuckin' gas I hope you get some fuckin' food and you drop the fuckin' bag My nigga, you so fuckin' lame, no, no we are not the same Heard you go to Notre Dame, never playin' any games Hope you get hit by a train, hope you fart and pop a vein Hope a nigga snatch your chain, hope you have a picnic and it rain Hope you choke on a candy cane, my nigga, you a ho I hope you slam your fuckin' fingers in the door My nigga, I hope you stub your fuckin' toe I hope you fall in the motherfuckin' snow I'm aiming high you only goin' lower You is a damn loser You built like a burger You got a bag in quarters Haircut is clapped need a barber Go to your room, that's a order You smell so bad, bad odor I asked for your mom, you don't know her This nigga ugly as hell, look like Rover Got so much damn hair, need lawnmower This nigga acting sus, whistleblower I don't even know what to say anymore, dawg Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah When I post a pic, I never need a Insta caption All these niggas talkin' shit, I sit back and I'm laughin' Say that you got all the money, nigga, why you cappin' Better put respect on my name, cause I'm fuckin' rad When I post a pic, I never need a Insta caption All these niggas talkin' shit, I sit back and I'm laughin Say that you got all the money, nigga, why you cappin' Better put respect on my name, cause I'm fuckin' rad