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Kukoč

 

Kukoč

(albüm: Flu Game - 2021)


Look

I coach yutes from my city, I'm Jackson
And I make plays (Eee), just numero uno (Eee, eee)
I was out tryna step, where you go? (Eee)
My young boy that shoot like Kukoč (Eee, eee)
Can't rate none of them, they actors (Brr)
Need BAFTAs for the roles they play (Bah, bow)
Bare chat (Grr, grr), but I'm still okay (Grr, grrah)
If I buck that yute, that don't make my day (Yeah)

Got work, all white like a poodle (White)
Stop beefs with rats, I don't do those
Got a bag on me, playing it cool though
100K look smaller in blue notes
Told the opps, "Send shots 'til we get it" (Pew, pew, pew)
Got bags on your block, I paid it (Jump)
If you wanna stay alive, better dead it (Let's go)
Better chill 'fore we make you regret it

Look, I spit over beats, I ain't on the 'net ('Net)
My set in the streets, just look at my neck (Neck)
My shit is elite (Bling, blaow)
I don't wanna tweet
I do this for Smokey (Smokey), I do it for Pop (Pop)
I do it for Yas (Yas), and this shit never stop
I came through the mud and went straight to the top
I'm cleaner than ever (Brr, brr), we still got the mop (Mop)
My block got the choppas like it's Vietnam (It's Vietnam)
Ring the alarm (Brr), I check with my killys, make sure that they calm
They lock off the beef like we running a farm
The shit that you snap as a flex a regular day, I swear I can make none of this up (Ayy)
You made a hundred, you feel like the man (Man)
But I made the Forbes and the bills and parts (Sheesh)
I hate when the yatties say (Cah, cah, cah), "What's all the cut?" (Shush)
I never asked where you putting your arse (Yeah)
You can't stare me when your diamonds are glass (Bling)
You didn't make the grade, you not in my class (Nah)
They miss Cartier on my frames (On my frames)
Can't hang with her if she hang with the lames (Lames)
My socks double G and my boxers are mains (Mains, woo)
Them niggas are scary (Woo), them niggas are stains (Go, let's go)

I coach yutes from my city, I'm Jackson
And I make plays (Eee), just numero uno (Eee, eee)
I was out tryna step, where you go? (Eee)
My young boy that shoot like Kukoč (Eee, eee)
Can't rate none of them, they actors (Brr)
Need BAFTAs for the roles they play (Bah, bow)
Bare chat (Grr, grr), but I'm still okay (Grr, grrah)
If I buck that yute, that don't make my day (Yeah)

Got work, all white like a poodle (White)
Stop beefs with rats, I don't do those
Got a bag on me, playing it cool though
100K look smaller in blue notes
Told the opps, "Send shots 'til we get it" (Pew, pew, pew)
Got bags on your block, I paid it (Jump)
If you wanna stay alive, better dead it
Better chill 'fore we make you regret it

I was selling grams before the 'Gram
Keep a .30, I'm thirty, a grown man
I don't get cold feet or cold hands (Always)
I ain't never dropped dope in a cold pan
Know Virgil got Off-White tan bricks (Tan bricks)
I was sending bitches Uber, can't stand Lyft (Let's go)
Everything that I do is gigantic (Let's go)
I'm a waterboy, drown a titanic (Brr)
Big .45, kick like judo (Brr)
Got a Spanish girl with a big culo
Came a long way from Mr. Noodles
Got four kilos, hopping out the two-door
If it's up, it's stuck, it's litty (It's lit)
How you not feeling safe in your city? (City)
I knew, from the jump, he ain't with it (With it)
I just make one call, he get busy (Brr)

I coach yutes from my city, I'm Jackson
And I make plays (Eee), just numero uno (Eee, eee)
I was out tryna step, where you go? (Eee)
My young boy that shoot like Kukoč (Eee, eee)
Can't rate none of them, they actors (Brr)
Need BAFTAs for the roles they play (Bah, bow)
Bare chat (Grr, grr), but I'm still okay (Grr, grrah)
If I buck that yute, that don't make my day (Yeah)

Got work, all white like a poodle (White)
Stop beefs with rats, I don't do those
Got a bag on me, playing it cool though
100K look smaller in blue notes
Told the opps, "Send shots 'til we get it" (Pew, pew, pew)
Got bags on your block, I paid it (Jump)
If you wanna stay alive, better dead it (Let's go)
Better chill 'fore we make you regret it (Let's go, yeah)

(Pxcoyo killed this beat, bitch)
Ayy, y'all switching, roll up

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