baby kia & ytb fatt - parasite lyrics
[intro: baby kia]
(you’ll fly too if you link up with frenchie)
(everyday make money and pray)
(my n+gga play with the bands, yeah)
ha, huh
[chorus: baby kia]
say, close the door, lil’ b+tch, i’m rappin’, huh
big 43 inside my waistband, salt fill up the packet
clean sh+t up, huh, yeah, that’s that vacuum
reaper clean your block up, sound like turk’s, hop out, he clap you (grrah)
like parasite, f+ck up his stomach, huh
hot sh+t jumpin’ out this firearm, cause him to vomit (ah, no way)
i caught an opp on april fool’s, ha
family standin’ with him, had to put glock on my dukes
[verse 1: baby kia]
i know you here, that’s that pay, ha
k!llers in the black truck, trail behind me in that scr+pe, okay, ha
sick in the bed, put up my face, huh
nike pro in public, binary tucked behind my waist, ha
never think before i shoot, push up, i bet i quakе, okay
thick sh+t with the face tat, reel him in, he took thе bait (he gone)
he get up there for the okey+doke
lil’ bad sh+t, i told you i get him every time
that dog sh+t ain’t gotta spin no more
[chorus: baby kia]
say, close the door, lil’ b+tch, i’m rappin’, huh
big 43 inside my waistband, salt fill up the packet
clean sh+t up, huh, yeah, that’s that vacuum
reaper clean your block up, sound like turk’s, hop out, he clap you (grrah)
like parasite, f+ck up his stomach, huh
hot sh+t jumpin’ out this firearm, cause him to vomit (ah, no way)
i caught an opp on april fool’s, ha
family standin’ with him, had to put glock on my dukes
[verse 2: ytb fatt]
huh, tell you ’bout the get+back, huh, pst, he egg scrambled, ha, pst
tell you ’bout the comment
drac’ bomb bully sh+t, he in a pamper
god ain’t put me in sh+t i can’t handle it
i’ma flush all them b+tches one by the one
1.1 and he calls
the tags in my name, finna drop my one and shoot my gun
the cap blown and they love when i boast
50k in t, when i smash, she cut off
young and turnt, dog sh+t like dugg
my pops with me, f+cked up, he drink blood
i change the weather when i walk in the club
they know how i get, i won’t fall out ’bout ones
these emeralds here ’cause it came from the mud
and he k!lled dude, when he did it, but he said it with love
he gave it back
[chorus: baby kia]
say, close the door, lil’ b+tch, i’m rappin’, huh
big 43 inside my waistband, salt fill up the packet
clean sh+t up, huh, yeah, that’s that vacuum
reaper clean your block up, sound like turk’s, hop out, he clap you (grrah)
like parasite, f+ck up his stomach, huh
hot sh+t jumpin’ out this firearm, cause him to vomit (ah, no way)
i caught an opp on april fool’s, ha
family standin’ with him, had to put glock on my dukes
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