KD lyrics

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Styles P


[Intro]
Trey beat it Suave b*tch Dave East

[Verse 1]
Beg your pardon, I ain't at the garden
I'm a Harlem n*gga, I'm at Dyckman
My favorite shooter had to switch states, tryna stay low from indictments
I been the same n*gga since diapers
Same n*gga with no license
Same n*gga caught the train n*gga
Now I'm gettin brain from your wifey
You need a pass just to come 'round
I need that Rolly face bust down
Tryna chill cause it's Ramadan but I kill these n*ggas when that sun down
I ain't cooling less a gun 'round
You can lose your life over one pound
Take my time in the trap stressing
I'm baggin up in a rush now
f*ck what you thought, this not L.A
So we ain't driving by, we gon' pull up and park
Catch you at the light, make it get dark
In the night when b*tches taking it off
I'm just tryna get my cake up, my b*tch bad with no makeup
Gunning for ya, got a hungry lawyer
Go up in the court and chew the case up
Bully probably pull a Wraith up, I been thinking bout that ghost sh*t
I'm retarded when it comes to cops, on my momma I don't know sh*t
On my momma I done sold nicks
Not a liar, never sold bricks
If they raid the crib n*gga, don't snitch
Everybody get it, I got no picks
[Chorus]
Trey pounds, that's a KD
Pray to God they don't take me
Rolex or a A.P
226 with no safety
Get some work, hit the road
We was hustling in the cold
Feel it when it hit your nose
Waking up with different hoes
Trey pounds, that's a KD
Pray to God they don't take me
Rolex or a A.P
226 with no safety
Get some work, hit the road
We was hustling in the Cove
Feel it when it hit your nose
Waking up with different hoes

[Verse 2]
Trey pound, that's a KD
I ain't showing up if they don't pay me
Been nice since skate key, these b*tches on to me lately
Telling me that I look good, telling me that I smell nice
This YSL PLUS SOUR D, still on my moms for that bail price
Play ball and I played the trap
I can tell you what them scales like
Had a celly with a bunk bed, I can tell you what them jails like
Cop sh*t before we hit the streets, you still waiting for that sell price
Stepped on and get dismissed
We like big fish, talking whale type
45 that's a come back, east river where they dump that
Bed breakfast on Lenox Ave
Got a flight to Vegas, where lunch at
My youngin got it, he can pump that
My homie hit it, I don't want that
Hate a b*tch that never got here own
Always asking n*ggas where the blunts at
33 that's a Scot Pip
Foreign b*tch up in the drop six
Thinking when I couldn't cop sh*t
I would trap in Queens, Fetty Wap sh*t
Rockstar need a moshpit
Live a thug life on some Pac sh*t
Fly n*gga need a c*ckpit
You ain't f*cking with me, you can watch this
[Chorus]
Trey pounds, that's a KD
Pray to God they don't take me
Rolex or a A.P
226 with no safety
Get some work, hit the road
We was hustling in the Cove
Feel it when it hit your nose
Waking up with different hoes
Trey pounds, that's a KD
Pray to God they don't take me
Rolex or a A.P
226 with no safety
Get some work, hit the road
We was hustling in the Cove
Feel it when it hit your nose
Waking up with different hoes

Trey pounds, that's a KD
Trey pounds, that's a KD
Trey pounds, that's a KD
Trey pounds, that's a KD
Trey pounds, that's a KD
Trey pounds, that's a KD
Trey pounds, that's a KD
Trey pounds, that's a KD
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