Songtext Ktb freestyle Kodak Black

Ktb freestyle

And this is
Sniper Gang, Vulture Love, KTB
You already know what the fuck goin' on
Yeah

I'ma get my roll on like Mannie Fresh
Bitch keep buggin' me, this bitch a pest
Freak ho, I know she tellin' everybody yes
You never did this shit 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
Y?s, I'm the one, bitch, beat it
Put that dick on h?r, 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 fuck on nats

Y'all knew what I was gon' do to this shit
Bitch, 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, bitch, 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 bitches 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 fuckin' 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 fuck you ask me for a gram?
Dumb-ass nigga, my niggas lost they brain
Know my side bitch 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 bitch, "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 bitch 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 bitch 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 bitch
I'm crazy, I be thinkin' I could run Haiti and be the president
How the fuck could I be a junkie with all this money? It don't make any sense
She prejudice, bitch said she seen prometh' inside my beverage
How the fuck 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 bitch in they feels every time I post me a lil' dump
Trap shit, 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 shit 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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