Rapper from the mist
Talking bout he with the shits
Cuts up on his wrist
But my bitch say he legit
Heard his name is kaso
Imma pop open his disc
As soon as started heard
A song it went like this:
I don't wanna talk about
My name up on my list
Talk about my scars
Better talk about my fist
I know why she talking
Cuz I make her f*ckin drip
Popping in my disc
He gon hear a f*ckin diss
Scars like a maze
I been tripping in a daze
Talk about commitment
I been in it for my ways
Ignant full of hate
I been on this shit for days
Look what I create
Homie I ain't finna date
Looking at my lane
Homie gotta get paid
Looking at my chain
You would think
I got it made
Shoutout to the homie
We wont ever get played
Looking at my knife
I could strike a hunnid ways
Looking at my lane
Homie gotta get paid
Looking at my chain
You would think
I got it made
Shoutout to the homie
We wont ever get played
Looking at my knife
I could strike a hunnid ways