D-Why - k** Me Now lyrics

[Verse 1: D-WHY] They say that life can be a b**h, so can my main chick She always keeps it real, ironic that she got fake tits She like my style, she love the hair, said I remind her of Johnny Cash D, you be k**in' 'em everyday, you should start wearing more black I'm showin' up, I'm showin' off, she showin' out, I showed her how I showed her in, I showed her down, now I gotta show her how to slow it down Got a little purse, got a little dog, got a little attitude, a nice fashion sense I had to put her in timeout...cause she the baddest b**h My coffee black, my chick white, that coupe red, that light green My haters blue, that purple stuff, her pink lips, that brown drink I let 'em know, then let 'em go, got a weakness for them yellow bones And if she like her white boys, tell Rihanna please hit up my phone Y'all can't compete with a young motherf**er Shout out to your moms, I'm a young motherf**er A wise man told me, "gotta fake it 'til you make it" I'm a do like Makavelli, I'm a make it 'til I fake it [Hook: D-WHY] k** me now, I'm so fresh I could die Hope you feel me now, dressing good, living right Bury me alive, cause my outfit's suicide I'm so fresh I could die, man I put that on my life k** me now, k** me now, honestly I can't take it k** me now, k** me now, it's gon' make me more famous k** me now, k** me now, shout out the people that I came with You should see their faces, look momma I made it, k** me now [Verse 2: Casey Veggies] Young ho k**a', rockin' chinchilla, swag worth a milli, run the whole city Built it from the ground, find your sound, cause I got mine and this sh**'s so fly I don't even know how I get so high, I'm on my grind and I just rolled by Geeked up, in the discrete truck, and the trees tucked and my seat up My feet up, I'm too good, I'm Hollywood, but I'm too hood She molly wood and she staying up, I'm pulling up and I'm paying up Walk in the store and ain't saying much, don't talk to her if she playing up I drop her off at the metro bus, and beat it up like a metronome In a special zone that won't break, like a special homie that won't hate She feel me now, you can k** me now, when I was younger I was a special child Now I'm older and I'm bolder, and I put her to sleep like potions And I wake her up like Folgers, and we sailing out to the oceans And I swim good, I win good, I lose some, but I fake none She in a two-door with that loud bumpin' that Veggies in her system Damn, yea, yea that man, come through like damn Yea, I do my thing like damn, man [Hook] [Verse 3: D-WHY] Riding in that Beamer, thinking this could be my last trip Feelin' like I'm Pac, except my Suge is a bad b**h No d**h Row, just k** me, no I.O.U.'s, just bill me now I been around, you was around, I'm still around, you feel me now Oh man ain't that life, ain't that nice, ain't that right, oh man, ain't you left, behind I'm a go 'til my d**h, real hood like I'm from the projects Get it how you live, I'm a Hot Boy, on top boy, God bless you Acting real Juvenile, asking, "what would Mannie Fresh do?" My new bad b**h look exactly like your sister Met her at a show and she asked me for a picture Then took off her shirt and asked if I would kiss her I said, "what about your brother?" She said, "he's a f**ing loser" I'm just k**in' 'em, I'm playing sh**, my latest sh**, my greatest sh** My mixtapes gon' be albums, and my albums gon' be greatest hits God damn, I'll kneel down, just crown me now and watch me rule Assa**inate the young king and have six bad b**hes guard my tomb [Hook] [Outro: D-WHY] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Swag, swag, swag, swag k** me now, I'm so fresh I could die Hope you feel me now, dressing good, living right Bury me alive, cause my outfit's suicide I'm so fresh I could die, man I put that on my life