kø - untitled1 Lyrics

You wanna kill me bitch
Drop me in the dark six
Rock em in the moshpit
Aye, aye
You wanna heal me, shit
Bro you can't pop shit
Bro you is an opp bitch
Run up get to stopping
Run up with the bands and the guap wit some guac in
Finna count this cheese wit the rats yeah they blocking
Oppas, talkers
Hate that nigga Hopsin
Oppas, rockers
Yeah them niggas moshing, yeah
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
What it do
Keep a stick like TR, had to hit em with it too
Send that nigga to er, give that nigga lil stance yeah, ah, ah
I got big bands ah, ah
I got big bands ah, ah
I got big bands, no one stop me
No one stop me, ball out Jeremy Shockey
Dump him off, he get rocked
Spin and dance, DDR
20 deep with the guards yeah, huh
On the block
Drop em off
Who the fuck is you, aye
Who the fuck is you
Hit em with the bars they so uncouth
Yeah, aye, aye, aye
Got my bands up, aye
Put her out at Kings Dominion, got her hands up
Tied her in the back yeah, there was no ransom
Make him learn the footwork, yeah he dancing, yeah
Aye, aye
I got the bills
I got the bars
I got the cards
In foreign cars
I got man pared
Man this shit is trash
Count the guap on me and it's zero degrees
Got the block on me and it keep blicking
Make him spin round like top, teach him no degree
I count big blocks, I count benjis
This no ending, no pretending
When I'm with the gang, got like ten tings
Yeah, yeah
I got real shit
Imma real bitch
I tote real sticks

You wanna kill me bitch
Drop me in the dark six
Rock em in the moshpit
Aye, aye
You wanna heal me, shit
Bro you can't pop shit
Bro you is an opp bitch
Run up get to stopping
Run up with the bands and the guap wit some guac in
Finna count this cheese wit the rats yeah they blocking
Oppas, talkers
Hate that nigga Hopsin
Oppas, rockers
Yeah them niggas moshing, yeah
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
What it do
Keep a stick like TR, had to hit em with it too
Send that nigga to er, give that nigga lil stance yeah, ah, ah
I got big bands ah, ah
I got big bands ah, ah
I got big bands, no one stop me
No one stop me, ball out Jeremy Shockey
Dump him off, he get rocked
Spin and dance, DDR
20 deep with the guards yeah, huh
On the block
Drop em off
Who the fuck is you, aye
Who the fuck is you
Hit em with the bars they so uncouth
Yeah, aye, aye, aye
Got my bands up, aye
Put her out at Kings Dominion, got her hands up
Tied her in the back yeah, there was no ransom
Make him learn the footwork, yeah he dancing, yeah
Aye, aye
I got the bills
I got the bars
I got the cards
In foreign cars
I got man pared
Man this shit is trash
Count the guap on me and it's zero degrees
Got the block on me and it keep blicking
Make him spin round like top, teach him no degree
I count big blocks, I count benjis
This no ending, no pretending
When I'm with the gang, got like ten tings
Yeah, yeah
I got real shit
Imma real bitch
I tote real sticks