Kung Fu

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    Daytrip took it to 10
    Let me tell you how I come through with the 1-2
    Kickin' shit like kung fu
    Treat a bad bitch like she average
    I'm a savage, lil' hoe, what you wan' do?
    I'm about cash if the route fast
    I'ma get that lil' nigga, by any means
    Momma complain 'bout my Balmains, but it's all sane
    Couple racks in my skinny jeans (ayy)
    Hit it up, one time
    Niggas gonna get it 'til the sun rise (ayy)
    School of hard knocks, I'm alumni
    Bitches on my dick like fungi
    Won't stop, what's that?
    Keep the Tommy on me like a Rugrat (ayy)
    Niggas used to trap where the bus at
    Tell momma I'ma quit, but I love cash (ayy)

    I'ma just get it and get it again
    Come ups I split with my friends, ayy
    Twenty's them twenty's them twinny twin twin
    Tryna flip Ford to a Benz
    I'ma get it, I'ma get it regardless
    Bussin' jugs and used to trap out the college
    Give me brain, I swear that bitch is a scholar
    No snakes around me, only snake on my collar
    I'm a thief in the night, pray to Jesus to Christ
    Better hope he believe in your life
    Free my lil' nigga Saudi, was catching them bodies
    He fighting his demons to light
    All my niggas be trapping, your niggas be rapping
    They robbed you, you asking what happened
    Got a new bitch from China, she wearing designer
    I'm lacing her in the new fashion (ayy)

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    Let me tell you how I come through with the 1-2
    Kickin' shit like kung fu
    Treat a bad bitch like she average
    I'm a savage, lil' hoe, what you wan' do?
    I'm about cash if the route fast
    I'ma get that lil' nigga, by any means
    Momma complain 'bout my Balmains, but it's all sane
    Couple racks in my skinny jeans (ayy)
    Hit it up, one time
    Niggas gonna get it 'til the sun rise (ayy)
    School of hard knocks, I'm alumni
    Bitches on my dick like fungi
    Won't stop, what's that?
    Keep the Tommy on me like a Rugrat (ayy)
    Niggas used to trap where the bus at
    Tell momma I'ma quit, but I love cash

    I've been all around the fucking globe
    Baby what ya know?
    Motherfucker better tuck and roll
    Got places to go
    And niggas missed the last flight
    Livin' in the fast life
    Momma said you never act right, Goddamn
    Guess I'm a bad guy
    But I'm on my grind like a halfpipe
    'Cause I switch it and flip it and cook it up mad nice
    'Til I see them flashlights, then I'm gone
    Fast flash like, my future's a tad bright
    Because when they rent is due, and your Benz is new
    And your old friends be resenting you
    Like my women brown, and my Benjies blue
    Shit is fucked up when they envy you
    'Member niggas got killed over Penny shoes
    Where I'm from niggas dying like Kenny do
    Take a hit of this PAC and this Henny juice
    Only one of me, but there's plenty of you
    It was all a dream, reminiscing of a smaller thing
    Grandma cooking like Paula Deen
    It ain't all it seems, grew up with the starving teens
    And growing plants, still watering

    Let me tell you how I come through with the 1-2
    Kickin' shit like kung fu
    Treat a bad bitch like she average
    I'm a savage, lil' hoe, what you wan' do?
    I'm about cash if the route fast
    I'ma get that lil' nigga, by any means
    Momma complain 'bout my Balmains, but it's all sane
    Couple racks in my skinny jeans (ayy)
    Hit it up, one time
    Niggas gonna get it 'til the sun rise (ayy)
    School of hard knocks, I'm alumni
    Bitches on my dick like fungi
    Won't stop, what's that?
    Keep the Tommy on me like a Rugrat (ayy)
    Niggas used to trap where the bus at
    Tell momma I'ma quit, but I love cash
    Daytrip took it to 10

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    Composición: Cordae Dunston, David Biral, Denzel Baptiste y Russell Chell

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