[Intro: Kyraxx]
Can you turn me up a lil?
Yeah, that's good, that's good, for real
Yeah, yeah--
[Verse 1: Kyraxx]
Sound ting it's been all season
It's summer time, nearly our season
Been off season for the third season
My flow water, call it wave season
I've been trippin, making money vivid, f**ing n***as b**hes, like a canine
I've feeling lit, lit, lit, candle stick my when I spit
She gon do a split, while I make the money split
Said you wanted bars , go and eat a candy-frosted flavored dick
I ain't wishing sh**, I been outta luck I jus wanna f**, f** it
Io with the melody, Kyraxx with harmony
Still yet to find my match , I need to sign up for eHarmony
Damn, these rap n***as my enemies
They stealing flows & my energy
But I won't let them boys get to me
I'm a quarter mill, boy I'm worth a prophet
Man, I'm a God's son, I'm a holy prophet
And my main objective is to make the prophet
Imma bank teller, go and tell the bank
Imma pull up in it like it's worth a drive
And my s** drive on "oh my!"
My dick make that p**y cry
I've growing distant, man I'm in lead
Me and io on a damn stampede
And this a sound ting, it's on a different level
I just copped a watch, I had to buy a bezzle
Man, the ba** is bumping, f** the treble
And these f** n***as they don't want the trouble
I'm just in it...
I'm just in it...
[Breakdown: Kyraxx/Supa Cat]
If she told me bout her mama, that's that drama, then I hit her with the llama
I ain't playing cuzz I'm bout my commas
I be tricking hoes like I'm Santa
I've feeling good, I've been feeling great
I just got a lot on my plate, I might take risk but as long as the money is safe, right in a safe
Then I go risk it and make it all back
This a sound ting; I might sing, I might trap
[Verse 2: iotosh]
Shorty hit me up, ask me why I'm missin
I'm busy stretching my lead, I guess I'm growing distant
I'm hustlin till I hit a mill, no stopping till I'm finished
These breddas flexing they wallets, I'm jus working on fitness
Chartered to buss, mus hit the charts, y'all know we cannot miss this
The base be k**ing with these song, you can call it the hit list
Assa**ins creed when I creep up to get my green up, dog nyam you supper if you too greedy, might haffi put you to sleep up in a
Sleeper hold, while I lead the throne
Bones all over when I over throw the ones leading Rome
In these past few months, I feel I've really grown
Rarely leaving home, learning to be my own
Person, stomach hurting, want a food, it's worse when
Certain actors try to close the curtain but it's a close call cause I'm still in the credits
sh** gets balanced when the income debits
Well I'll be damned if they get no closer
Got two Ninas by my side, but one in a holster
They gonna learn if they can't learn how to close la boca
Tengo mis nueve de mi lado y que está muy loca, oh!
[outro: iotosh/Merciless]
Bomb dem a drop like a Saddam
Neva know di gun dem l-l-l-long
When di bwoy dem a get shot wid di pom-pom-pom-pom
And di gun dem l-l-l-long
Bomb dem a drop like a Saddam
Neva know di gun dem l-l-l-long
When di bwoy dem a get shot wid di pom-pom
And di bwoy dem a run, dem get lam-lam-lam