K.C. şarkı sözleri
I'm off meds off grid off the rails in flip-flops
Pulled up to church with a hard-on and a Ziploc
Stuffed with bad decisions sins and a Tic Tac
Told the usher "I'm God now" then got bitch slapped
I'm a sex tape leak in a Chick-fil-A bathroom
Still got her number saved under "Snack Soon"
Your girl say grace with my kids in her mouth
Then kisses you slow with that reverent pout
I'm the glitch in the vibe the cumshot joke
I moan on the beat like I'm throatin' the smoke
I'm the punchline you regret you replayed
Like "damn… did he say that? That boy need prayed"
I don't gas up I fart bars in the booth
Then light 'em on fire just to prove I'm the truth
Your whole team sweet—rainbow in your punch
I'm the reason mom's cryin' packing you lunch
I'm a bad influence wild with the lingo
Walk in the spot like bitch where the Pringles?
Shots in my hand no plans just chaos
Talk too slick and I might take your day off
I'm a bad influence loud with the tempo
Hoodie and slides in a five-star bistro
Smile like a threat vibe like a crime
I ain't even tryin' I ruin good time
I'm the reason your girl turned her phone on mute
'Cause when you text "I miss you" she just send me nudes
I bring chaos in Vans and a thrift-store tee
Told her "choke me a little"—she said "gladly"
I'm a problem in shorts and a backwards cap
I talk reckless with a smile and a bottle to match
I moan in adlibs I flirt in threats
Got kicked off set for DM'ing the vet
I ghost chicks mid-smash just to door-dash wings
Came back like "you want some?"—wearin' her things
I freestyle lies like a pathological sport
Told a cop "I'm my twin" and beat the report
I'm the "WTF" in your For You Page
With a middle finger up and a vape on stage
If petty had a throne I'm the king in shades
And if karma swing first I still throw grenades
I'm a bad influence wild with the lingo
Walk in the spot like bitch where the Pringles?
Shots in my hand no plans just chaos
Talk too slick and I might take your day off
I'm a bad influence loud with the tempo
Hoodie and slides in a five-star bistro
Smile like a threat vibe like a crime
I ain't even tryin' I ruin good time
I'm the dude who shows up late with no invite
Brings cheap vodka and ruins game night
I wear slides with suits I call moms "bro"
Got banned from the prom just for stealin' the show
I make strippers laugh and church girls curse
I once hit on a nun—she said "boy you the worst"
I flirt in DMs with GIFs and threats
Like "lemme ruin your life no sweat no bets"
I ghosted a girl mid-date for a snack
Left a sticky note that said "I'll be back (maybe)"
I'm a certified mess I wake up with smirks
Say "good morning" to chaos and head to work
I don't argue—I confuse with facts
I once clapped back in a poem then faxed it back
I'm the song they play when the party flips
When the cops pull up and the vibe just dips
I'm a bad influence wild with the lingo
Walk in the spot like bitch where the Pringles?
Shots in my hand no plans just chaos
Talk too slick and I might take your day off
I'm a bad influence loud with the tempo
Hoodie and slides in a five-star bistro
Smile like a threat vibe like a crime
I ain't even tryin' I ruin good time
I'm the ghostwriter's ghost in a hoodie and shades
Your favorite rapper text me like "bro—behave"
I'm the gut punch line in a party anthem
Who made your girl choke mid-dance from the tantrum
I walk in late with a look that kills
Then side-eye the DJ like "spin that filth"
I don't beef online—I cook it in bars
Then send it door dash wrapped in your girl's bra
