Fat Nick - K.O. lyrics

[Hook: Fat Nick] I got me a 40 that gon' shoot I got skrrt skrrt skrrt brand new coupe I got styrofoam with dirty juice Buffet Boys, bih we be the truth (x2) [Verse 1: Fat Nick] I got us a plan now We got us some bands now I just got a house b**h Thinking I'm the man now Rocket pocket Let it hit my other 30 bigger band These VVS shine bright like day I'll whip my wrist the other hand b**h I'm drinking red drop Your career is dead shot Blew a couple bands Got every hater in these streets hot Juggin' got the block hot 40 with that gunshot Biggie got a punt double ducka get a blood clot I can be sippin' My Migo, we whippin' We trapped in the kitchen No lovin', I'm pimpin' I f** on these women My ex b**h she trippin' Got up on the bun but you know I'm still sipping b**h I'm feeling co*ky Designered down don't tell me Xanax gotcha sloppy Go on hoe you cannot f** me What you think about me Perkies in my body I'm all by my lonely I can't trust me anybody Marty banging b**h I just caught another body Hoe I'm glo'd as f** I just ain't know anybody [Hook: Fat Nick] I got me a 40 that gon' shoot I got skrrt skrrt skrrt brand new coupe I got styrofoam with dirty juice Buffet Boys, bih we be the truth (x2) [Verse 2: Fat Nick] My 30 wanna bang now People wanna hang now I don't f** with anybody I'm just by my gang now Hit you with a plan now The hardest in this sh** now Geekin' all these d** man I can't feel my face now b**h I'm wyling out Go down we shoot it out She wanna f** for clout Shorty wanna run her mouth Buffet Boys run the south No need to talk it out My pockets bigger b**h You know we be balling now Geekin' and sneakin' These perkys they peakin' I'm busting the 30 I'll leave your a** leaking I f** on the weekend I leave that b**h thinking That I got me stinking I walk around drinking I just bust a 4-4 For Migo come and rock the kick though She be off a Molly Taking dicks that be a hobby We the hottest out Groupie hoes all in the lobby You ain't dropping hits But you still be extra snobby Drip, drip, when I walk Ten toes down Prada walk If he talk Running chop Red and Blinkie hit ‘em off [Hook: Fat Nick] I got me a 40 that gon' shoot I got skrrt skrrt skrrt brand new coupe I got styrofoam with dirty juice Buffet Boys, bih we be the truth (x2)