Karate kid! How I chop shit down
See what you about Zilla take em to the dawg pound
5 rounds just like a cage match
Joe exotic hit harder than the last batch
No balls table scratch tell me where ya bullets at
Burning hot cognac cold winter kodiak
Make it hot in the 60's just like the zodiac
N free yak ya bitch left with her knees scratch
Krispy Kreme how that bitch stay hot n ready
Asked if I could bring the team well yeah she let me
You could pick the style trap to boom bap
Lo on the beat n you know I turn it a wrap
I was down bad starting out where was ya at
Now you see me round tell me why you askin for a dap
Hats off to ya fake flex all cap
Keep hatin from the bottom boy say that
I don't like when they talkin they ain't saying words
And I hear the sneak disses so absurd
Can confirm funny coming from him
Just cause I pulled his mortgage out the atm
Pull up air it out no fog
Got something for ya say hello to the war dog
Im a watchdog, I just wait for shit to pop off
Shoot high hundred meters let the bullet drop off
The watchdog HK heckler knock ya sock off
HK Heckler and Koch I'll knock ya block off
Dead!
Drop boy change the f*ckin lead
Disrespecting you can get one right into the head
Paint the walls of the malls runnin streets full of red
And your friends can catch a chain reaction
You can't kill me imma kill myself first
I don't even wanna f*ckin know my self worth
Layin in hell like hello my master
Imma die young cause I'm living faster
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Karate kid! How I chop shit down
See what you about Zilla take em to the dawg pound
5 rounds just like a cage match
Joe exotic hit harder than the last batch
No balls table scratch tell me where ya bullets at
Burning hot cognac cold winter kodiak
Make it hot in the 60's just like the zodiac
N free yak ya bitch left with her knees scratch
Krispy Kreme how that bitch stay hot n ready
Asked if I could bring the team well yeah she let me
You could pick the style trap to boom bap
Lo on the beat n you know I turn it a wrap
I was down bad starting out where was ya at
Now you see me round tell me why you askin for a dap
Hats off to ya fake flex all cap
Keep hatin from the bottom boy say that
I don't like when they talkin they ain't saying words
And I hear the sneak disses so absurd
Can confirm funny coming from him
Just cause I pulled his mortgage out the atm
Pull up air it out no fog
Got something for ya say hello to the war dog
Im a watchdog, I just wait for shit to pop off
Shoot high hundred meters let the bullet drop off
The watchdog HK heckler knock ya sock off
HK Heckler and Koch I'll knock ya block off
Dead!
Drop boy change the f*ckin lead
Disrespecting you can get one right into the head
Paint the walls of the malls runnin streets full of red
And your friends can catch a chain reaction
You can't kill me imma kill myself first
I don't even wanna f*ckin know my self worth
Layin in hell like hello my master
Imma die young cause I'm living faster
See what you about Zilla take em to the dawg pound
5 rounds just like a cage match
Joe exotic hit harder than the last batch
No balls table scratch tell me where ya bullets at
Burning hot cognac cold winter kodiak
Make it hot in the 60's just like the zodiac
N free yak ya bitch left with her knees scratch
Krispy Kreme how that bitch stay hot n ready
Asked if I could bring the team well yeah she let me
You could pick the style trap to boom bap
Lo on the beat n you know I turn it a wrap
I was down bad starting out where was ya at
Now you see me round tell me why you askin for a dap
Hats off to ya fake flex all cap
Keep hatin from the bottom boy say that
I don't like when they talkin they ain't saying words
And I hear the sneak disses so absurd
Can confirm funny coming from him
Just cause I pulled his mortgage out the atm
Pull up air it out no fog
Got something for ya say hello to the war dog
Im a watchdog, I just wait for shit to pop off
Shoot high hundred meters let the bullet drop off
The watchdog HK heckler knock ya sock off
HK Heckler and Koch I'll knock ya block off
Dead!
Drop boy change the f*ckin lead
Disrespecting you can get one right into the head
Paint the walls of the malls runnin streets full of red
And your friends can catch a chain reaction
You can't kill me imma kill myself first
I don't even wanna f*ckin know my self worth
Layin in hell like hello my master
Imma die young cause I'm living faster
Writer: Junius Rogers, Michael Caldwell
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid