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K's
188
Rap
K's was released on March 17, 2023 by TwoTimeVae/Hitmaker Distro as a part of the album K's - Single
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Release DateMarch 17, 2023
LabelTwoTimeVae/Hitmaker Distro
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM130

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
TwoTimeVae
TwoTimeVae
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Matthias Hightower
Matthias Hightower
Songwriter

Lyrics

Ayy, turn that shit up, MXTT
Lil' **** ain't talkin' 'bout no shit
I just ride around with a goddamn stick
Fuck the Balenci's, I'm walkin' in Ricks
'Til I drop to the floor, I ain't poppin' or miss
I been tryna go up, but they stay in my way
I ain't fuckin' with you, told that bitch, "Stay away"
They like, "When you gon' blow up?" I say, "IDK"
Know that shit comin' soon, but I'm still gettin' K's
I-I keep that choppa on me just in case
Fu-Fuck **** run up on me and get sprayed
We get right to the point, like the tip of my blade
Bitch, I know I'm next up, but I ain't tryna wait
Ain't worried 'bout bitches, got money to make
I can't say "These cool," I don't like bein' fake
Tryna stop me from runnin' shit up, you too late
Okay, yeah, okay, hold up
I just walked in, bitch I came with a beam
We do the action, then cut like a scene
I let it smell, bitch I feel like a fiend
These **** cappin' they sit on the dream
They say, "I own," might do a whole thing
Callin' my phone, I'm lettin' it ring
Ballin' so hard, bitch, I need me a ring, uh, ayy
It's been a while since I popped off, guess I'ma do it again
N-No I ain't doin' no friends, game blowing up, not it, bitch, win
Totin' my style, when the mouth turns in
Ain't talkin' cash, then I can't understand
Too much on me, I can't count up my bands
Too much on me, I can't count up my bands
Leave his ass on film, post a vid on my 'Gram
My pack, BMS, can't cut on my gram
The first time I saw K's went, put me in a trance
Put a beam to the floor, bet that **** hit a dance
All my pockets heavy, Louis V hold my pants
They know I ain't playin', you can tell from my stance
Can you just lose me? You lost your chance
Did it myself, got some dirt on my hands
I'm goin' hard, give a fuck 'bout the dumb shit
Cash in the air, smoke two, no fun shit
**** talkin' tough, why you actin' like you run shit?
Bro finna pull up with a clip, and he dump, bitch
I been tryna go up, but they stay in my way
I ain't fuckin' with you, told that bitch, "Stay away"
They like, "When you gon' blow up?" I say, "IDK"
Know that shit comin' soon, but I'm still gettin' K's
I-I keep that choppa on me just in case
Fu-Fuck **** run up on me and get sprayed
We get right to the point, like the tip of my blade
Bitch, I know I'm next up, but I ain't tryna wait
Ain't worried 'bout bitches, got money to make
I can't say "These cool," I don't like bein' fake
Tryna stop me from runnin' shit up, you too late
Written by: Matthias Hightower
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