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KD Freestyle
Jay Critch
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Aye
Aye
It's still Hood Fav' season you stupid niggas (stupid niggas)
Talk Money Gang (Talk Money Gang)
Thirty, aye, aye, aye (hey)
I woke up early this mornin' then jumped in my bag,
On my way to go run the shit up (on my way to go run the shit up)
Bad bitch, she got a whole lot of junk in the trunk
But my whip got the trunk in the front (trunk in the front)
It feel like I was just stealin' a gram
Servin' my niggas like, "What do you want?" (Jug)
Give you a KD, just give me a dub (jug)
They call me KD, been ballin' since dubs (jug)
Niggas gon' talk, soon as you start bussin' (start bussin')
He's no harm, he ain't goin' through nothin' (goin' through nothin')
Firearms, we gon' knock down somethin' (bow bow)
Ring the alarm, new check is comin' (it's comin')
Now that I'm on, these hoes keep comin'
Stay with my day ones and the whole clique stuntin' (whole clique stuntin')
These niggas hatin' but I am not mad at you (mad at you)
I really don't want to have to embarrass you (embarrass you)
I'm at the top and I don't need a parachute (parachute)
Better grind, better change up your attitude (attitude)
I get high and I'm changin' the latitude (the latitude)
Better hide when my niggas come after you (hey)
And you ain't really winnin' if your team losin'
Niggas, ain't really makin' no play (no play)
Soon as the money come in get the green
Move in now I gotta put that in the safe
Steppin' in in Dior, she adore me ('dore me)
Fuck these broke bitches, they can't afford me (afford me)
He ain't ballin', man he tellin' stories (stories)
From the top of the key, Robert Horry (flash)
Vvv's on me, makin' her horny (flash)
But she ain't got a bag, that mean I'm dumpin' her fast (dumpin' her fast)
I can't get caught up fuckin' around with no strags
Why would I ever do that? (Why would I ever do that?)
She just a regular eater
You niggas fallin' in love with her (you niggas fallin' in love with her)
I got a bad habit I been sippin' two liters
Ever since I got my hunnids up (ever since I got my hunnids up)
Whippin' a big-body, I don't want no two seater
Bentley Bentayga, no Hummer truck (no Hummer truck)
Soon as I cash out, gotta run up the meter
Get it, I make it then double up (hey)
I can make a bag do flips, do somersaults
Makin' it backflip, call Will up in Saks Fifth
Same niggas that be talkin' shit
Under my captions be the type to get catfished
Lame niggas always talkin' but they never active
They is not about action
Game nigga, all of my niggas bosses and captains
Shooters hoe, you niggas captives (bow)
You niggas bitchin' 'bout a couple racks ('bout a couple racks)
My niggas shoot the mission like the trap (shoot the mission like the trap)
She know that all my niggas on the map (all my niggas on the map)
None of the checks comin' back to back (none of the checks comin' back to back)
Pockets was ragged, had to make a stack
Foot on they neck, ain't no goin' back (goin' back)
She give me neck while I'm leanin' back (leanin' back)
I cannot stress, used to stealin' packs (jug)
Can't eat with us 'cause you greedy nigga (greedy nigga)
I'm with the gang, we don't need these niggas (need these niggas)
I'm screamin', R.I.P. Feezy nigga (R.I.P. Feezy nigga)
I'm makin' this shit look easy nigga (makin' this shit look easy nigga)
R.I.P. Block bitch
Niggas just hate, can't stop shit
They know that we got the block lit
Gang on top, gotta flex up, gotta pop shit (pop shit)
They know, we move with the chopsticks (hey)
I woke up early this mornin' then jumped in my bag,
On my way to go run the shit up (on my way to go run the shit up)
Bad bitch, she got a whole lot of junk in the trunk
But my whip got the trunk in the front (trunk in the front)
It feel like I was just stealin' a gram
Servin' my niggas like, "What do you want?" (Jug)
Give you a KD, just give me a dub (jug)
They call me KD, been ballin' since dubs (jug)
Niggas gon' talk, soon as you start bussin' (start bussin')
He's no harm, he ain't goin' through nothin' (he's no harm)
Firearms, we gon' knock down somethin' (firearms)
Ring the alarm, new check is comin' (ring the alarm)
Now that I'm on, these hoes keep comin' (hoes keep comin')
Stay with my day ones and the whole clique stuntin' (whole clique stuntin')
These niggas hatin' but I am not mad at you (mad at you)
I really don't want to have to embarrass you (embarrass you)