k. drease - outlawz lyrics
[intro: simpri & k. drease]
yeah, uh k. drease
sim, sim
[verse one: simpri]
it’s a good day to die hard, bruce willis
the beat so hard so i’m ready for the k!lling
you feeling the way i’m peeling the beat and chilling
i do this daily cos i’m willing
k. drease with the sick beats we dey drop heat
when we blow trees aim for trophies
so high when i wrote these on a dope cheese
so i hit pause i’m now fine, can we proceed? (proceed)
they say i’m g+y, i’m misogynistic characteristic
critics stick this in their head so their thoughts not realistic
i guess they’re socially a misfit (misfits)
they say i’m too ill to be lеgal (legal)
i take a chill pill to be lеthal
who’s really gonna f+ck with me now?
with k. drease on my side like my side piece now (now)
i hate a whistle blower, who’s a little closer?
so, i prevent an epiphyseal closure
artificial flower, trash composer
can’t touch my composure
cos he’s a little lower, little slower
i guess it’s over, k. drease more grease on my elbow
so, i face this, face this imposter (imposter)
rest in peace, thanks to my piece
time to release my gees to the streets
and k. drease wey gimme this beat
it’s neat so i guess the beat is deceased
switch, switch, switch, switch
simpri just unleash the beast to rip this beat
and to defeat, and eat the beef to serve the piece of
hahaha, take over, take over, take over (we taking over)
just did some lil twist over there
[verse two: k. drease]
kronik
what you know ’bout cash and budget
asian math, investments and karats?
record clean, still catching charges
bish, don’t make me put you in a casket
n+gga, got k!llers who ain’t rascals
k!ll you before you know you’re dead
you know i don’t f+ck with the feds
job done i just wipe my hands
is it trap? is it rap?
i’m not impressed with your cr+p
matter of fact you’re trash (oh you’re trash)
got a bad b+tch in texas, she flexes in her lexus
her money is excess, broke is her exes
she’s a rogue in her business, not really my business
yeah it’s all on me now, ni hao
gimme my crown now, put me in a palanchino
el padrino
n+gga you really? chiquito
you’re ready to be finito?
i’mma ball on you like figo
i damage ya, you’re an amateur
i go ruthless, your bars are fruitless
the truth ain’t hard, you’re useless
i amuse more, you amuse less
i abuse more, you abuse less
i been doing this sh+t since you was toothless
i knew it, you’re clueless
aks are ready to blow your crew yes
b+tch don’t text us, when we’re in texas
ain’t no checkers, it’s all chess yes
it’s all chess, b+tch
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