Kao Luciano

I was down on my ass, needed a fast move Now I'm in and out the trap just like the fast food got a hundred on the dash, I'm in a fast mood Driving drunk, I might just crash through Wheels up, bro just got the hemi Sticks up, I just copped a semi Talking blues, I been counting plenty Put your homie on the news, who you sending next? Niggas better get in tune 'cause I'm on their necks I just do it like Nike, better get in check Hope you ain't gon' try and fight me Bullets to your chest, ain't no tussling or biting less I'm having sex, shorty tell me I'm the best And she think I'm next, real menace, real demon child My niggas wild like some crocodiles Had to get it out the mud, ain't never had things I ain't never catching sleep 'cause I have dreams I'm still S.O. , U.G.L.Y Her ass bussing out them damn jeans If we're fucking then I'm bussing in her damn spleen My enemies all act like they friends with me If I ain't got my glasses on then I can barely see Apparently, I'm too bad for my own good My opps stuffed in my backwoods And it smoke good, BOV, that's my old hood And I really wish a nigga would Or act like he could, just act like you should and Stay in your place and stay out my face Before I catch a case 'cause I'm gon' do it And if I don't, then my brothers do it We really ruthless, pull up with them tools and leave you screwless Really a nuisance, get your crew lit if you're acting stupid So don't you do it, awwww boi, don't you do it Leave your mama clueless, what happened to him? He talk s***, now he laying in a ditch, with that b**** Man, I was sick when I was - down on my ass, needed a fast move Now I'm in and out the trap just like the fast food got a hundred on the dash, I'm in a fast mood Driving drunk, I might just crash through Wheels up, bro just got the hemi Sticks up, I just copped a semi Talking blues, I been counting plenty Put your homie on the news, who you sending next? Niggas better get in tune 'cause I'm on their necks We ain't clout chasing but we going viral Staying strapped for my rivals Hit a nigga in his spinal now he can't walk Shoot a nigga loose lips now he can't talk I be really in the 6 with them baseballs Hit a home run, nigga now I'm running home Ain't no running, aiming for your dome Aim nice, shooting dice with my lil bros Take my advice and never trust a stupid hoe And keep your pole 'cause you don't wanna be too close We on go, turn your body to a ghost Young Capricorn, call me Kao , Kay the goat I put my d*** up in her throat and don't you choke (uh uh) She thinks it's funny ain't no joke B****, I'm really from the north and I get it from the source Ain't no choice, I could never trust them boys Really grew up with them toys making noise Who she love more than Kaorio Kao Luciano, Kao Luciano, Kao Luciano (uh huh) Kao Luciano, Kao Luciano, Kao Luciano, Kao Luciano I was down on my ass, needed a fast move Now I'm in and out the trap just like the fast food got a hundred on the dash, I'm in a fast mood Driving drunk, I might just crash through