Bait (feat. Sxcrface)

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K.C.

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New tags I blew all through your city
I got the mask on
Quick to drift the whip it’s a hemi
I get the cash off
I got automatics and semis
I hit the rémy
My bitch need a double
Met her in philly
She into trouble
Nickname lady Hussle
She don’t hit the breaks
I love the tase
She Put it in my face
That Pussy like a lake
Ain’t mean to struggle
Splashing like a puddle
Tryna keep the pase
Made the mistake of loving bitches
My heart won’t hesitate, nah
One up em and they done with you
(They done with you)
That’s why you can’t let these niggas get to comfortable
Nah they ain’t really with you don’t miss you if you don’t come around
Last time that I checked life was better when ain’t no one around
Bought her self a body want Gucci and new Céline
Whipped the Bentley to hit a double to triple on everything
Outta body that Maserati, Ducati’s come out in spring
And I done lost to many brothers I keep a tech with a beam
I was rolling never sober they was moving on a mission
I had went to toss a bottle they was shooting through the kitchen
It was just like 20 seconds But it felt like 20 minutes
We ain’t get shit on a witness, see with me they act seditious
They gon do it for the fame
Got Smoke like bacon ain’t a soul I trust
And know we Patient we gon double up
We know they faking when they wanna rush, aye
They get to shaking at the thought of us
And I ain’t tripping off no bitch now where the hoes at that’s fucking
Double Dutch in that pussy that’s right her WAP done had me jumping
She a freak but she quiet so when she done she get to sucking
I got 30 in singles know ima blow it if she bust it
Blowing 50s got hoes in different cities
Flew a couple cross the country
Got on and hit my diddy
I got all them hoes in fenty
I’m the wildest in my city
Don’t care if niggas with me
New Montclair 5050
On the gang
Hickory Dickory dock
Bitch I ran up with the glock
Tryna beef of the internet you get Poppy, poppy, popped
His body gon droppy drop
That bitch she a thotty thot
Counting up all of the gwap
I told the feens ima shop
They say how you go from gas moving to powder and rocks
Bitch I came up with the quickness I’m in too deep I can’t stop
Stomp him out in new balance, 990 go straight to his top
Counting all this money, bitch I’m running up all of my gwap
We gon bake em like ziti
Swerving a blue Mitsubishi
And all these people wan beat me
But that cause they cannot be me
You gotta problem can see me
I rub my glock for a genie
I make a wish just like magic
I bless a swerve so easy
Go and grab the choppas and .40s we war ready
Go and cop a zip and finesse him with four 20s
I’m so high free falling aint talking bout tom petty
Pull up 4 deep we gon hit you with 4 semis
Ion ever lack and I always got drums ready
He be missing when he shooting he can’t hold the gun steady
Get to poppin hear the noise we ain’t shooting no confetti
Had this money on my head so I told him to come get it
I got shot up in my face but I still lived
Throwing up the mils but I’m still winning
If you pull up on me wrong we get to hitting
Them bullets gon fly through your fitted
I was really out there wiping chickens
Bagging up the work and the shipments
He cappin bout the life that he living
He ain’t really posted in the trenches

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