baby kia – hat lyrics
[intro: k pi$tol]
(yeah, ace)
yeah, ace
skrrt, skrrt
[chorus: k pi$tol]
pull up in a scat, with a scap
hop out the front, i got the team on my back
i tried to give her the racks, she got her own
she f+cked ’round, gave that sh+t back
she said, “i be on the road”
i’m on the road, not doin’ shows, i’m just trappin’
f+cked around, front the whole load
that what i mean, when i say, “y’all get the bag in”
hat, hat, hat, hat, my lil’ bro want a hat
blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, whole gang screamin’ out “blatt”
hold on, she, wha’, uh, she tryna sit on my lap
let me move over my strap
they hit my brother, they know we spinnin’ right back
[verse 1: k pi$tol]
huh, i did this sh+t for my fans and my mama
i feel like future, i f+ck up the commas
i know i’ma blow if i stay out the drama
they keep tryna cross me, like hands on wakanda
i’m poppin’ sh+t in the one+on+one bomber
they ain’t got this, i put that on your [?]
n+gga, that’s my mama, n+gga
huh, i’m goin’ crazy
i’m steady pourin’ up lazy, but i’m alert
i bet one old n+gga play me, whole hood call me the g.o.a.t
b+tch, i’m the one, i feel like tracy mcgrady
they ain’t f+ck with me back then
now that i’m on, n+ggas gotta pay me
they ain’t f+ck with me back then
now that i’m on, that lil’ b+tch wanna taste me
$kutmoney move like the navy
glock with no safety, i keep that b+tch for my safety
i made this sh+t on my own, ain’t no n+gga
that could say that they made me
b+tch, i’m the buffalo jay+z
i put the rack on my wrist, i beat the block like a—
uh, sh+t, uh, i beat the block like a baby
[chorus: k pi$tol]
pull up in a scat, with a scap
hop out the front, i got the team on my back
i tried to give her the racks, she got her own
she f+cked ’round, gave that sh+t back
she said, “i be on the road”
i’m on the road, not doin’ shows, i’m just trappin’
f+cked around, front the whole load
that what i mean, when i say, “y’all get the bag in”
hat, hat, hat, hat, my lil’ bro want a hat
blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, whole gang screamin’ out “blatt”
hold on, she, wha’, uh, she tryna sit on my lap
let me move over my strap
they hit my brother, they know we spinnin’ right back
[verse 2: baby kia]
yeah, he pour up that sh+t, we spinnin’ right back
huh, [?], hop in the car, jump out with mac
huh, supercharged my motor, big [?] windows on the scat
escalade pack with them k!llers, arp+12 from the back
huh, two, three truck back, walk down and leave
huh, assassinate the president, got tricks all up my sleeve
yeah, big boy, r.i.p. gbk, come blow it like a flute
tired of talkin’ to the world, i’m thinkin’ ’bout droppin’ a nuke
[chorus: k pi$tol]
pull up in a scat, with a scap
hop out the front, i got the team on my back
i tried to give her the racks, she got her own
she f+cked ’round, gave that sh+t back
she said, “i be on the road”
i’m on the road, not doin’ shows, i’m just trappin’
f+cked around, front the whole load
that what i mean, when i say, “y’all get the bag in”
hat, hat, hat, hat, my lil’ bro want a hat
blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, whole gang screamin’ out “blatt”
hold on, she, wha’, uh, she tryna sit on my lap
let me move over my strap
they hit my brother, they know we spinnin’ right back
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