k**a Kyleon - Soldier lyrics

[Verse 1: k**a Kyleon] I thought of this when leaning in my Cadillac Smoking on me some kush to clear up my cataract Dead End, South Park, Southside, habitat Looking for some trouble, get your issue, we ain't having that Candy on them Cadillacs, where them 4s? We slabbin' that Duece to baby mommma's in Maine you know we stabbin that Wood wheel grabbin' that it guide the way Stay strapped up on my back seat don't hide the K Stash spots in [?] where I hide the yay Obituary on my dash, homie died today Pop my trunk so you can see me when I slide away Pour up and taking sips while [?] pride away Laid back on that leather feel like I'm on a sofa Checkin' all of my mirrors, in case a hater approaches Get sprayed, keep raid, I'm on alert for the roaches It's a must to keep it player when in the presence of coaches I'm coasting, chilling feeling like I'm in the [?] Call it the love potion, stay pulling b**hes like it's a tug pole Clean like a love song, so whipe it with my shammy Getting to the bread, like moons over my hammy Keep heat like Maimi, 'Bron, Wade, and Bosh, it's hot So I hit a bu*ton and I laid the top Life's like a box of chocolate never know what you get Till I'm in that slab sitting shotgun with your b**h [Hook x2] Roll up like fruit Coupe, looking like fruit juice Kevin Bacon kush so I'm coughing them up on my foot loose Deuce Bigalow in my beverage, lettuce and broccoli Over flowing my pockets, so boppers wanna climb on top of me [Verse 2: k**a Kyleon] Like K2 k**a Kyleon do you get it b**h Are you illiterate, you're not listening to a lyricist Two cup k** when I toast my drank I'm gonna sip until the day I overdose on drank Sippin' my pineapple Fanta, smoking my Christmas trees You could call me Bad Santa, bad manners, sh**ting on the beat Can't make it to the toilet, diarrhea, no pepto bismol And I record it, b**h I go the hardest And yall going [?] k** it I leave it heartless I'm f**ing up the game bad cartridge Slabs? Yall hoops, yall might as well park it You crippled n***as couldn't walk a mile in my Barkley's Paint so wet I'm on these bu*ter seats snorkeling Woman on my grill got her looking like a sharp-man Candy [?] dog, trunk popped barking k**ing scenes, just put up the yellow they been jocking [Hook x2]