Yung Ladd - Khaza lyrics

[Verse 1] Gates get the business cleared anywhere we at Smilin' in my face, but itchin' to get me wacked Name in his mouth bad when he kick it wit' other camps Tellin' lies wit' the stamp and try to give me the wrap I'm in the street wit' it, you really won't be exact Not a good gang member, the members'll probably rat I don't trust many proficient at livin' that I don't love women, I hit, you could get her back Hang up in his face, watch how quick he call back Whip up at the Texaco, now, what you call that? You in the paint, now I get in wit' you, I'm wit' all that Shoulder strap wit' a suppressor, MAC-11, fall back Speakers bumpin' Omelly 'Osama Twin Lammas' Grew up seein' violence, pull up, what's the knowledge? Got my GED, wish I would have made it to college Wishin' you was free, I could picture you right on 'side me If I love you, go to war over nothin' if it's a problem Diamonds in the T-O-P, diamonds in the bottom Gold mouth dog, self-made, I'm a grinder Stack paper, hit your girl later, it's a Friday You know I got a lot of record labels tryin' to sign me They say if I'm a risk, it's detrimental to the profit Beyoncé follow me on Instagram, Jigga, watch it Younger sister, tell her, 'Not interested', she a bopper Healthy kid, Kodak Black, smokin' that broccoli Bread Winners administration, I'm Luca Brasi Everybody sleepin' on me, finally got it poppin' Wishin' I was wit' my children watchin' Mary Poppins 101 Dalmatians, smokin' gra** while I'm on my island Gettin' tattooed in my kitchen, okay 'iego wit' the heater there Ghetto, I be strollin' 'round wit' smokers, I ain't even there Right around the corner, got it jumpin', you could meet me there That bad news, they was talkin' 'bout already beat me there Comin' home to my apartment, findin' my daughter dead Then we put his kid in the oven, so now his daughter dead Not a robbery, this a murder, woke the whole house I don't go to funerals, but lean be gettin' poured out Group home in Lake Charles, turn up, turn up, wait, pause Atlanta wit' the cartel microwave, boy Breadwinner Gang, we is mafia material What up with Big Tony, mafia material Hand signal, shoutin' out the plug in the interview My grandfather used to f** wit' (-), I could get a few Scratch the dealers, now we go and get 'em in the inner tube Breakin' down, distribute, my fingers steady itchin' Y'all shootin' videos where they 'posed want to k** me I got 'em under the hood, the soft grade Civic Balenciaga-rockin', but now it's all Forces Call me what you want, lately pullin' up in Porsches I'm the real plug, but started out an enforcer Failure to comply, most likely might have to force you Blow your brains out, the body bag or the coffin Me and the carnal in the Jag sippin' coffee We don't get hara**ed by the badge where the warrant? Never been a confidential witness, not informant Trappin' out the shop, why you findin' this alarmin'? I just got it in, watch how quick it disappear You tall and you can't dress, really, you annoyin' Lil' mama better get wit' me before I'm out of range Right, they got him dumb, they kinda put me in the game Me and Dreka dealin' wit' the green, that's the only play Five hundred mil turned out in the safe Call Coca-Cola, they'll tell you I don't plays Street game legend in the game, I'm a stepper Stayed at the Polish last time we was together Mazi take care of my kids when it's up and then get messy Cheeseburger hit, got the (-), bought the drop The rap game fake, Kevin Gates, free the Wap (Gucci, n***a)