ak kapone - the race (remix) lyrics
[hook: ak kapone]
f-ck a beat, i was tryna beat a case
well b-tch i beat that case and still i tote a k
do all that dissing and we sliding in broad day
my-my n-gg-s cracking sh-t and i ain’t talking bout no vase
that ruger up on my waist but up that b-tch up to your face
223s up in the a, gon have 223s in your a
if you dissing on computers, we gon still come that way
im a bully in these streets, i don’t feel sorry for my ways
say he a shooter, he ain’t shooting, he get shot at all day
i dont f-ck around with these n-gg-s for them to smile up in my face
rather rob em, come up off em and just go bout my day
rather rob em, come up off em and just go bout my day, b-tch
[verse : ak kapone]
shoot a f-ckboy in his m-th-f-cking sh-t
i ain’t finna spear n-body, pop his m-th-f-cking b-tch
kick his door like run it all, where is the m-th-f-cking sh-t
you try to up it, then i’m bussing, better m-th-f-cking quit, b-tch
and got a glizzy with a m-th-f-cking d-ck
b-tch don’t get your -ss f-cked thinking you m-th-f-cking slick
oh, and, heard a n-gg- dropped a m-th-f-cking diss
i dont do no dissing, we just pull up at your f-cking sh-t
with them ks, with them ars and don’t m-th-f-cking miss
all that sh-t that you be talking, ain’t on m-th-f-cking sh-t
he ain’t ever been no shooter, he ain’t ever did no hit
he say he real, mane that n-gg- really a b-tch
i got shots for any n-gg-s that want problems in this b-tch
i got to much f-cking pride to let you rob me out my sh-t
you get popped, and left leaking like a blackhead or a zit
im smoking loudest of that loud, so boy i know you can’t hear sh-t
cuff a b-tch? oh n-gg- you tripping
i just f-ck, delete her sh-t
she want me to meet her people, i say b-tch you on that tip
bout blue hunnids, i ain’t rollin, but got n-gg-s that bang crip
beef with me, it ain’t no fun because your -ss gon get k!lled
b-tch, b-tch
[hook: ak kapone]
f-ck a beat, i was tryna beat a case
well b-tch i beat that case and still i tote a k
do all that dissing and we sliding in broad day
my-my n-gg-s cracking sh-t and i ain’t talking bout no vase
that ruger up on my waist but up that b-tch up to your face
223s up in the a, gon have 223s in your a
if you dissing on computers, we gon still come that way
im a bully in these streets, i don’t feel sorry for my ways, b-tch!
[outro: ak kapone]
haha
kapone sh-t
you already know what the f-ck it is boy
yeah
yah, yah, yah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ah
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