b*tch K lyrics

[Intro]
Drill Time Entertainment
Ayy, mm, mm, ayy, mm, mm, ayy, mm, mm, b*tch
Krafty made this beat
Get that— mm, mm-mm, yuh mm, mm-mm, mm
Ayy

[Chorus]
n*ggas getting hit, get that pain back
Bag on his head for that bread get his brain snatched
My n*ggas be killas they more realer I can't change that
Let loose them killers on them n*ggas I can't tame that
Making all them f*cking posts ain't gon' bring your gang back
Smoking on this Bibby dope, MitchK we bang that
I want me a thousand kills, tryna make a Shane pack
Pick a top off in the hill, pop out where your gang at

[Verse]
Free that Shordy out them gates, it gon' be a murder case
He locked up, so for that, n*gga Mitch had to pay
It's a six on the play, he get hit any day
Drop your lo', we gon' come through make n*ggas hit the pave'
f*ck that dead n*gga, hit the switch I wanna see his brain
Get up on his ass, lock on em and let that b*tch bang
f*ck that COVID mask, I'm ski-ed up it go down any day
Riding with a 23 and a motherf*cking Drac'
We love smoking n*ggas, it improve my gratitude
My Glock like a polaroid, I up this b*tch and snap at you
I advise you play your place you don't want this blick to clap at you
You buckin, get put up, get on your ass just like your daddy do
Get your f*cking face stomped, make you fix your attitude
n*gga pick your face up, 'fore I put this gat on you
I'ma count to three, tell 'em Free V so I can make a move
Them two steps gon' lead to death gon' put his ass right on the news
Leeke voice all in my head he telling me watch how I move
Ralo in my other ear saying drop a bag on every fool
JohnJohn thats my n*gga that you know the gang gon' ackafool
n*gga felt that lead hit his head, he a slimy dude
35, 6K, look at Mookey in the grave
We gon' get his coke sniffing-ass daddy named Shane
f*ck they broke ass clique and they pus*y-ass gang
Cappin' 'bout TreyD, he ain't did a f*cking thing
Cojack don't slide, Jarvo not outside
Cracka is a gift from God, n*gga got nine lives
Mookey ass wrecked out, that n*gga need new tires
Call Petey ass Plies, bro made n*ggas slip and slide
[Chorus]
n*ggas getting hit, get that pain back
Bag on his head for that bread get his brain snatched
My n*ggas be killas they more realer I can't change that
Let loose them killers on them n*ggas I can't tame that
Making all them f*cking posts ain't gon' bring your gang back
Smoking on this Bibby dope, MitchK we bang that
I want me a thousand kills, tryna make a Shane pack
Pick a top off in the hill, pop out where your gang at