KTB Freestyle (Explicit) - Kodak Black/TTO K.T./Taylor So Made/DJ E Money

Lyrics by：Bill K. Kapri/Ian Lewis/Erviyon Dyer/Kerry Hardy/Taylor Young

Composed by：Bill K. Kapri/Ian Lewis/Erviyon Dyer/Kerry Hardy/Taylor Young

Produced by：Schife

And this is

Sniper Gang Vulture Love KTB

You already know what the **** goin' on

Yeah

I'ma get my roll on like Mannie Fresh

***** keep buggin' me this ***** a pest

Freak ho I know she tellin' everybody yes

You never did this **** before? Let me guess

You feel some type of way get it off your chest

Boogie came with titties look like Nicki breasts

You know that I can't play I can't go for less

With the money I'm obsessed it got me possessed

Yes I'm the one ***** beat it

Put that d**k on her now she need it

Yes I'm the one got 'em heated

If you hear somethin' 'round the gang don't repeat it

Yes I'm the one yes I'm the one

Ridin' with blickies with the drum

I play with them bags yeah I got a green thumb

I'm the one that's walkin' 'round with blazers on my arm

Made them use they legs all my young niggas be armed

I'm the one

Show you how to move when the love turn to hate

Show 'em how they treat you when you stand 'round and wait

Stepped up like a man when that period came late

Nigga I'm Tony Tiger great

Move out to Australia find a mate

Got some demons I'm tryna shake

It was ramen now it's steak

It was this but now it's that

You was cool but you a rat

And this for whoadie 'cross the track

Let's get fly and **** on nats

Y'all knew what I was gon' do to this ****

***** it's Lil Yak mhm

I'ma let K.T. go before me and I'ma get Taylor in I'ma get Taylor

Cut a nigga tongue out I think he tellin' you feel me?

Don't gossip to me 'bout my niggas you know I ain't tryna hear it

If you wasn't on this jet with Vultures ***** you'd be flyin' Spirit

Betrayal hit harder than a bullet 'cause you feel it in your spirit

My dog just dropped a hundred on a Chase I hope he clear it

These ******* think they get that game for free until I big 'em

I go get that money on the road then vacuum seal 'em

I kept it real with niggas and they say I could've been realer

Ungrateful ass niggas I ain't no ******* babysitter

You a grown man can't wait for 'em

To hit your hand go work a plan

C'est la vie yeah on the business you know I stand

Drac' with the peanut butter grip I get up in a jam

You know I'm sellin' big weight why the **** you ask me for a gram?

Dumb ass nigga my niggas lost they brain

Know my side ***** named molly but I married mary jane

Geeked geeked geeked off the Addy I damn near popped a vein

Me and dogs dropped on a chain that's how my partner came

And if my partner change they get Sniper Ganged

Told my ***** \"Ho you ain't exempt from this\" do my baby mama the same

She say \"Nigga if anything your first BM the one put you on child support\"

Yeah ho long as you don't

Brought the dome to Baltimore

Also bought a car close to the stadium

Know my homeboy on the Ravens

I been told him where he go major

I'm at every home game and if he ever leave the team I'm relocatin'

I was in the feds when we lost to Travis Kelce 'nem

Ripped the ***** pics off my cell swift Taylor

Pop Henn' and sell D

Niggas creepin' they ain't really on your team

For real they just wanna see your playbook

Runnin' with the Tommy I'm a field nigga

Gettin' real figures I'll still kill you

I told you I was gon' deal with you

And ***** in the hood eatin' dill pickles

Trill Bill keep it too real

Nigga disrespected me then went extinct his whole crew killed

Bodymore Murderland Baltimore Maryland

Lord forgive me please 'cause that money I just cherished it

Tourin' hit the road and killin' shows guess I'm a terrorist

Tryna find a mole within my camp so I can behead the *****

I'm crazy I be thinkin' I could run Haiti and be the president

How the **** could I be a junkie with all this money?

It don't make any sense

She prejudice ***** said she seen prometh' inside my beverage

How the **** could I be a junkie with all this money?

It don't make any sense

Tiffany blue on the interior I'm slidin' like I'm Trump

Got a ***** in they feels every time I post me a lil' dump

Trap **** old schools in the yard playin' tonk

Feds got my dog now he layin' on the top bunk

When my mama felt that pain I wouldn't let her feel defeated

Obstacles we overcame every time and we beat it

Hard for me to fall in love with these niggas 'cause they lie

I got hustle in my veins and a phone full of buyers

I gave this **** a thousand tries these niggas watchin' me like spies

I'm cold so I get paid to chill you hesitate to pay the bill

Body count so low like red cups I put that on my daddy

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