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kidd.cynical - kyoto! lyrics

[verse 1]
she on my d+ck like my zipper
walk in this b+tch like i’m jack the ripper
i might smack a n+gga if i have to
chopper hit that boy in the face and turn him to cat food
thinking about everything imma do when i catch you
up pipe, make a n+gga freeze like a statue
grab two blades off the counter and stab you, then flee from the house where the pigs get dispatched to
what’s the best picture you got on your instagram?
boy, let me know so customink can screen print it
gl!ck with a beam in it
twin got a glizzy he spin through yo city, he bleeding it
let that b+tch off, load it up, then repeated it
i took my d+ck out and told her start eating it
25 k!ll count tactical nuke is my goal, i’m achieving it
he in the same place where jesus is
[hook]
uno, dos, tres, quatro
which one of y’all n+ggas think you can f+ck with me?
that’s what i thought so
cinco, seis, siete, ocho
i’m in kyoto, she sniff up the coco
turn your lil bro to a t+shirt logo

[verse 2]
king of my city, i’m moving like godzilla
all y’all motherf+cker p+ssy, y’all not hitters
hoe you’re not on my level, you’re not near it
put my boot to his brain and then stomp to k!ll him
cowboy revolver, i put my spin on it like k+swiss
john doe your brother, his body was nameless
my twin got a laser, he aim where your face is
you’ll see more colors than mdma trips
sh+lls pop, make his chest hot
all these n+ggas fiends for the green and the meth rocks
booted up, you goin out bad in the worst way
opp n+ggas gettin stomped out
how the curb taste?
she jump on my d+ck like it’s hopscotch
stay in the house, the block hot
n+gga got popped at the swap shop, now his body tick like a stopwatch
nomad sh+t
you get outrapped by my throwback hits
you n+ggas trashy, got no class
b+tch i’m gnarly as f+ck on my so rad sh+t
catch a toe tag, b+tch ugh
walk inside the white house, pistol whip the residents
mask on when i do it so they cannot find the evidence
you n+ggas irrelevant, murder you for the h+ll of it
acab b+tch, and it’s still f+ck the president
[hook]
uno, dos, tres, quatro
which one of y’all n+ggas think you can f+ck with me?
that’s what i thought so
cinco, seis, siete, ocho
i’m in kyoto, she sniff up the coco
turn your lil bro to a t+shirt logo

[verse 3]
add up my opps and divide them all at once
that’s mathematics, but i can’t do geometry
twin got a short fuse
itching to reach for a bl!cky
he cl!ck it, you on channel 4 news
i step in the spot rocking raf simmons
i’m a knife n+gga, but my cousin like smith & wesson’s
put that blade in your body and rip intestines
if we can’t get you, trust we gon get your brethren
okay, c+ck the glock and get it popping through you
b+tch i’m shaka zulu with the tactics
chopper make him flip like he doin some acrobatics
feelin like i’m raiden, i’m ready for all static
umm, swiss cheese holes in his torso
hotter than a torkoal
roranoa zoro with the blade
war dog sh+t, i’m a big cane corso
headshot, make his face hurt, make him taste dirt
chopper get to kickin like kofi kingston
i chop this sh+t up like koji beef
n+gga got popped getting groceries, now he dripping blood on his rosary
i feel like i’m x, b+tch i’m up no insomniac
drag him away in a blood+stained body bag
no questions asked, if he tweak, let a shotty blast
i took his soul like i’m on a cod zombie map
[hook]
uno, dos, tres, quatro
which one of y’all n+ggas think you can f+ck with me?
that’s what i thought so
cinco, seis, siete, ocho
i’m in kyoto, she sniff up the coco
turn your lil bro to a t+shirt logo

- kidd cynical lyrics

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