Kentucky sh*t lyrics

[Intro]
Killer Instinct
Yeah, double homicide
b*tch
Oh, sh*t, I'm sorry
DJ EDub, settin’ the streets on fire, mixtape after mixtape

[Verse 1: Bryson Tiller]
Wow, I'm on my New York sh*t
My whip mean and it's clean like a newborn is
My crib clean, two Lamborghinis, two Porshes
Yeah, you had to see me in the two-doors lit
A baddie with me in the passeng’ too gorgeous
Music blastin', this rapper from New Orleans
Too relaxed, don't be slackin', do more sh*t
I'm too established, word to Gavy/Gavin, do more damage
Too bad it's, over for anyone of you who been lackin', flyest Disney Aladdin
God send me a Jasminе, my business is crackin' so
She gon’ get G-Wagon and tеnnis shoes matchin’
[?] and fashion
Beginnin' still, tryna get revenge and I’m laughin', dissin' Tiller is madness
Dissin' Tiller really might get ’em embarrassed
Funny he got more in common with Tiffany Haddish
He don't be rappin', he just be crackin' silly jokes, for these n*ggas with X
Really though, it's just Twitter relax
I guarantee they still ask, "Where “Serenity” at?"
Be a lotta things, I ain't finna be whack
Now I ain't finna be wack, n*gga
[Chorus: Bryson Tiller]
I'm on my KY sh*t (Don't wait on that sh*t)
I'm on my KY sh*t (Yeah, yeah)
I'm on my KY sh*t
Too smooth, true, that's KY sh*t

[Verse 2: Julius Keith]
Woah, I elevated
Never stressed, no rest, couple of smacks, it's premeditated
Swanny send me the text, I connect in the West we waitin'
I promise that if we correct then it's to the death, that sh*t crazy, I got this
Reachin' silence, been keepin' quiet, I be seein' time and
Seek alliances, seat aside of a sleepin' giant
And [?] might seem defyin', been meanin' to get this sh*t out my mind, I just speak in private
Wait, you been wishin' me the worst, n*ggas dead wrong
Sage, you can feel it in the circle like a skintron
Better not test me, like a sneeze I'm ahead of a blessing
Got the keys, after these, I'm forever indebted
Still flooded, still star, still luck in testing
I'm still Odom, still bald like I'm Uncle Fester
Tickets down to [?], I might fill up the section
If it's not [?] I'm the one to mess with, what
We can leave the story untold, no one will say sh*t
But I rap like I know I can save it
Like I know I'm the greatest my city's ever seen
Since Static or Katniss Everdeen, Tiller or Harlow
Who dealin' with the sorrows, two million hit tomorrow
n*ggas goin' numb, it's some feelings we can borrow
Louis slugger, doin' numbers when I make my pitch
Who she lovin', who she wantin'? Then I take my pick
Who he was and he wasn't, n*ggas can't stop this
But when they play my sh*t, it's on some KY sh*t
Hey
[Chorus: Bryson Tiller]
I'm on my KY sh*t (Don't wait on that sh*t)
I'm on my KY sh*t (Yeah, yeah)
I'm on my KY sh*t, too smooth, true, that's KY sh*t
I'm really

[Outro: DJ EDub]
f*ck ass n*ggas
Acti like DJ EDub ain't got these motherf*ckin' streets on lock
Can't you see? Ayy, got your goddamn attention, get familiar, suckas