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Kratos
4
Hip-Hop/Rap
Kratos was released on December 23, 2021 by D.V.US ENT as a part of the album 2Solid
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Album2Solid
Release DateDecember 23, 2021
LabelD.V.US ENT
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM75

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Corde Burns
Corde Burns
Songwriter

Lyrics

(Dvus Texas ****)
You acting like a little bitch right now ****
Man fuck that I ain't letting that shit ride
We gone go out here and smoke all these mother fuckers
I don't care who out there
God dammit, is you down ****?
**** tell me it's on sight he better have some tinted windows
Catch his ass at the light I'm slanging lead, fuck a pencil
You a been a bitch since forever you ain't never had credentials
Aye Dewaun let's get this ****, stomp the data out his mental
Beat his block instrumental
Ain't no witness confidential
Choppa kick oriental
You piss me off it's detrimental
Bitch I'm flossy ain't no dental
Y'all both pussies, complemental
With that pistol I'm a white hooper
Shoot with fundamentals
**** talking all online but when I see them they be bitches
No cap, these hollow points gone knock the logo off his fitted
They unidentified his face but on them shirts that bitch was printed
I'll stomp the color out his pigment, I'm like Popeye on that spinach bitch
Me and Keion trading hunnids because he like the olds better
Blue strip after strip to me that make the roll better
Blue tips off in the clip them hoes gone go through skulls better
Pull her hair while I fuck, I say it make it grow better
You got forces I got forces but she say I rock them better
I'm just talking off the top and now she tryna top a ****
I fucked lil shawty and her friend but her friend popped it better
Yeah right now its just ground I'll turn it to a body catcher
Im on that soldier shit 300 ghost of Sparta feel like Kratos ****
Been on it since a toddler making pistols with my play dough ****
Pull on his block for all that loafin' bullets spread like it mayo ****
You say you she yours but she gone DND yo number if I say so ****
Ain't got to aim, bullets spray like glade, now it smell like cigarettes
Tried to escape, bullets ricocheted, and hit his ass all in his neck
Hollows hollowed out his chest, huffin', puffin', out of breath
Now his done died for all that mother fucking disrespect
Written by: Corde Burns
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