Skywalker/ Skywalker Pt2 - DOB Kappa: Song Lyrics, Music Videos & Concerts

Skywalker/ Skywalker Pt2

3

Hip-Hop/Rap

Skywalker/ Skywalker Pt2 was released on December 26, 2024 by Dead Over Broke as a part of the album Kappa the Last Beatwalker

Song Details

AlbumKappa the Last Beatwalker

Release DateDecember 26, 2024

LabelDead Over Broke

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM74

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

DOB Kappa

Rap

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Aidian Price

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

DOB Kappa

Producer

Lyrics

I wanna go to LA

It's two AM, I'm fuckin' this bitch off a molly and a Perc

Break her back till five AM, then send her ass to work

Creepin' in an alley like Batman, bitch, I'm alert

Pop out with Glocks like Smurk, 4nick a make him jerk

Ridin' in a steamer like hotboii in a sauna

Shot him in his crib and watch him cry out to his mama

Clip on 45, nah, I shot one, it's Obama

A.R.P. so big like a llama, trade shots, this swap-o-rama

I'm the shit I'm the bomb, Osama

Got a pipe with a beam, SkyWalker

Need a pipe, better hit my plug

Bitch thick, but she ugly like a bug

Don't kiss that most, get a hug

This pipe in my pants hold snug

On the rocks, I'ma sip, get a buzz

In the car, all black it's a striker

Hit the bitch one time, one night her

Ld tote pipe, I'm a fighter

Know he a let it spark like a lighter

I'm right you wrong, who's righter

KoRon on point like a sniper

Her weave on point, I'm a pipe her

At the park on the opps, I'm a slider

Thick white bitch, her name is Skylar

Big kap, be the one with the guns

Big kap, be the one with the fun

Big kap, be the one that slide on the opps

And all they do is run

If you're scared, go to church, get a gun

Thick bitch, bald head, little bun

All black creeped out like a nun

Pop out so trim, got the hoes stunned

Put my hands in her pants, she wet

Trackhawk too fast like a jet

I'm a dog, need to nurse need a vet

And I shoot film, but we ain't no set

Channel nine, just watch who's next

Might be you or your uncle

Slide to the funeral watch yo heart crumble

Black and yellow, stomped down like a bumble

All the opps wanna fight, let's rumble

On the block, send a shit like mutumbo

Hot shells, spice check this gumbo

I really rap, I don't do no fuckin' mumble

Pass me the play, watch how I don't fumble

Ask me to wok, watch how I don't stumble

I'm the man, I can hold my own

I be damned if you hold my chrome

Back door, I hit you, in yo dome

Two, three press, now I'm in my zone

When I hit from the back, she moan

He got hit in the back, he groaned

Hit the wood one time, she stoned

I'm a dog, she bad to the bone

Said, he dissed big kap he gone

I'm everywhere, opps think I'm cloned

I move weight, I'm big strong

A.R.P. and the coat too long

K.D. just passed me the pipe

Too high up there with the kite

Lil' Boat just hit one night

Bad bitch look too good, she slight

While I shoot my shot, I might

Post fade, put it in like Mike

Or post fade, put it in like Kobe

Me and twin like Tim and Ginobli

You know of me, you don't know me

Move onna wok, watch the time pass slowly

Me and K.D, Black zack and Cody

Me and my bitch, Black Bonnie and Clyde

She slide, I slide, we slide

Piss on the shirt, can't watch it off with tide

Ain't shoot just long for the ride

All black, blend in with the night

Put the beam on the opp is bright

Put a scope on a drac, need sight

Turn the flash onna phone need light

Finna roll up pass me the pack

Bands on bands, I'ma stack

Tell the bitch come here, she candy

I'm the king of the block like

Damn, this bitch over foe?

Hell naw it ain't over

Took the bitch, come here she candy

I'm the king of the block like Randy

Got my nuts in the mouth like Sandy

Stay with tools in the car, I'm handy

Clock button on it, it's spam

Threw the cat on me no Sam

Trackhawl too big, get a lamb

Diss big Kap, my Glock go bam

Throw the mask on, don't forget the hood

At yo bitch house, know I got good

Understand, bitch, no, understood

Understand, you can't hit my wood

Told Don, come scoop, he got a striker

Can't hit my wood, I get higher

I got a bitch, so you know I'm the hide her

Can't flame up, yet, bitch, I need a lighter

Kung fu shit, know I got chops

Clean up crew, know I got mops

Cash overflow, but I can't stop

Dumb bitch squirt on me like a shook pop

Stick too long, like I had a cane

Don't shoot at the car, I got aim

One shot and I hit him in his brain

Cause this dumbass reached for my chain

Dissed on IG, won't happen again

Hit yo IP used it for a bin

How many shots, I count about ten

One in the head, and I hit him in his chin

They say, Kap, I ain't know u was rapper

I'm blocked the bitch, but you tried to trapper

Spilled my cup, so you know I had to slap her

My name Kap, but no, I'm not a capper

I love money, need me a stack of blues

I love guns, got a trunk full of tools

I hate class, so you know I skipped school

Never had class, but Kappa not a fool

Inna field so long, I'm a vet

Not a nerd, but I stay with the tec

All face shots, I ain't thot the vest

Whole week missed, but I still pass the test

They say, damn, big Kap, how you do that

Can't do what I do, thought you knew that

Her ass look big, but her boobs flat

Crash that Lambo truck, got a new jag

Match the rocks withe the subi that's the new swag

They can steal my style, got a new bag

Put the nut on her back, got the blue rag

Crash the lamb high speed, got a new Jag

Too high when I walk, Skywalker

Only rap on beats, not a talker

F**** the b**** so good, need a walker

Opp bitch diss me, have the white talker

Told the bitch come ride my bike

Finna hand her a band said sike

Got a punch, riding hook like Mike

Can't smoke a dutch backwoods what I like

Got a classy lil bitch and she boujie

And she blonde, got dressed like Tucci

And I heard your bitch wanna do me

I don't want her, cause she got a little booty

Now I'm trolling, bitch, little booty's matter

Hit her from the back, now that ass fatter

So many bodies, I unlock, dark matter

Stop with the yap, I don't do no fucking chatter

I just ripped his beat, no hook

Upped the pipe on him, he shook

If you scared, go to church, read a book

Glock got a beam, I don't even gotta look

I be spitting bars, really gotta listen

I be serving grams, whippin in the kitchen

On ig see who mentioned

Oops wanna troll, I don't pay they ass attention

Cause a **** broke, and they all bums

Pop the plan b like, was a tum

Shitting on **** like I got the runs

I'm not a rapper, I just do this shit for fun

Said you broke, lil bro need a loan

Backdoored you, man, he wrong

For the bread, bet, ron a get you gone

Ride for the guys, you know it's right or wrong

Written by: Aidian Price

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