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

Music Music, Music, Music Music Music Music 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