Kato - 34 lyrics

[Verse 1] Yeah, i've seen some peps on a f**in' tree Not enough to make me leave b**h they were double D's I got punch lines but not enough for you to see Ridin' Triple C's b**h I copped a cup of Lean And ran and robbed a dollar from a thief I'm obsolete come cop a seat Or drop a beat for me to read I got some sk** so come compete I'm rich in fact the kid is back To rip some tracks his b**h is bad, but matter of fact uh he's wack. Yeah Ridin' in my Pontiac Sippin' on some cognac Bro this f**ing album s**s I want my f**ing money back! He won't get it Dude admit it Finish your sentence the kid is a menace you f**in' play tennis just stop and go to venace! Beach, sittin' on my neighbor's street Damn I got to clean my feet Been walking in some f**ing grease Damn, girls just want a piece Sent half my dick out and now they all stressing me Wait where's cheeze? He probably got my keys Been f**in' up ever since that crash down in 93' People hatin' on Fluffy Sayin' "Oh thats enoughy" b**h that ain't a word Stop acting absurd I guess you got some nerve To be f**in' with us To listen to me? Yeah that's a must It's to soon to bust I'll leave you in the dust I DTA, yeah with no trust But switch it up and go next No no no, just stop, im the best Sike dont be co*ky And dont copy But, Come box me i'll leave you in the dirt all sloppy Like your b**h last night? I think I had her drunk as a fish last night? And I think I wrote a diss last night? But chill my fists don't fight But her clit's all tight Haha lemme stop Is this beat alright? Yo Stop acting like I care kid f** your life You're a dyke go pop a sprite and fly a kite Get off my dick yo fanny pack I see you're wearing yoga pants but your fanny's flat Noah stay on track Yo don't tell me what to do I'll get my fam to come for you Or my fans to come and sue Get off me [Hook] All these bullsh** f*ggots wanna f** with me Sayin' I got no talent how bout you come s** on me Cuz I got no problems all my fans lovin' me Quit talkin' sh** kid, do some something, come at me [Verse 2] Chillin on the bus writing lyrics like it's something new We just flipped around a corner damn yo he's getting rude I'm with my crew They went and scooped The nearest coupe And popped the roof and rolled some doobs Our car is souped I'm watchin channel two Yeah, im spitting bars like I popped a xan Trippin' out woah wait hold up umm is that my hand? I don't understand, this man's trynna' get me in his van To sick to stand I'm whippin' work in a Caravan Under rated, underestimated, hated, and debated on Now I am the one you're waiting on The lame is gone Look at me now, like chris brown You get dicked down Who's at the top now get boxed out Every new song I got got a hotter sound You gon be at the bottom right? Nah i'd rather drown Lyricism at its finest? Yeah I think so Maybe i'll get better by the time that I do shows Okay, move those Other artists off the list they spit sh** now get dissed Go ahead fix it But it won't do you any good I'm still wearin' my hood and doing it good Just like I should But you never could You were never good Now I release havoc Lyrically it's not tragic How I'm writing this? Pure magic Now get to bed. No Listen to my acapella instead [Hook] [Acapella] Alright listen f** PA and all the 6 and 7th grade f*ggots in it Lil Kids wanna hate, but it's cool, I'm still winning But don't call me charie sheen cuz I stay sinning But get off yo a** cuz I see you still sittin' Okay well you missin' out There's a distant drought of music gon be comin bout I'm starving kids as if it's the south But kick the route. I've worked too hard to be stuck in the house like a mouse Where's your girl lemme get under the blouse But I douse You with lyrics till you f**in' drown Don't come to my town VA, I stay on my feet like some new jays But I stay merkin' rappers as if I'm goin today You can feel the thirst, when I steal the purse to kneel the worst In terms you've never heard I disperse my nerves, and k** your head on the f**in' curb