100 Thou Off Beats lyrics

[Intro]
What's the motherf*ckin' deal baby? KRIT, DJ Folk, See Me On Top man. What's the motherf*ckin' deal baby? KRIT, DJ Folk, See Me On Top man. Behind the scenes n*gga, I'm a new breed of rapper, two mixtapes in two months. Who the f*ck toppin' that man? Mississippi, well connected to the A n*gga, holla at me

[Verse 1]
I hit the scene and tote a whole f*ckin' stripper pole
I'm on the corner sellin' (?) like a mini mall
Tell these n*ggas either get rich or die tryin'
The CD's sound like sh*t, so we ain't buyin'
Told these n*ggas better get they f*ckin' stacks up
(?) canary yellow on the f*ckin' Lac truck
Go to Georgia and get love in the A
They know the Killer K, I make it here today
I been real, been down, since I left the womb
Got it for the low so they don't f*ck with you
White T, Air 1's on my f*ckin' feet
Athlete of the year, trap star of the week
Where the Hemi at? I ran a lot of streets
I'm like a butcher n*gga, I serve a lot of beef
I got swagger like Jimmy and that's real
DJ Folk and BK, hey that's (?)

[Hook: x2]
I went from no name n*gga to the next thing blowing up
K-R-I-T I'm the best thing going
When it comes to the streets
Watch me get 100,000 off some motherf*ckin' beats
[Verse 2]
Okay, I told them n*ggas better see me on top
The industry is f*cked man, they need me on top
I'm from that Magnolia state, I bring it back
First album I drop, seeing platinum plaques
I'm official n*gga, certified, the price is right
The K next to blow b*tch, that's the facts of life
If your family matter, watch what you say to Folk
I make a ho sit down like (?)
I seen boys stand up and get knocked down
I seen OG's run from that choppa sound
Do your own thing K, that's what D said
(?) a bakery n*gga, so I'mma make bread
I got that fresh sh*t boy, hey I bet they love it
The haters gonna hate, but I bet they dug it
I'm like a secret that these n*ggas lock up in they closet
But in reality they know the K the f*ckin' hottest

[Hook: x2]