smokingskul & rx papi - kapow lyrics
[intro]
this n+gga didn’t do sh+t bro, like+
hes real!
shut yo+
[verse: smokingskul]
looking for beef, n+gga, i don’t squash sh+t (+b+tch ass up)
what? n+gga gon’ die lit tryna moshpit
he saw the ar, he said, “aw sh+t”
he saw the ar and he ran
n+ggas be tweeting, call ’em kan
i track his ip, get ’em banned
b+tch, this mac go, kabam!
b+tch, this mac go, kapow!
n+ggas be fake flexing like bow wow
b+tch, i’m scamming the disable, i gotta get it somehow
b+tch, i’m cooking up that rock, make a n+gga raise his eyebrow
how you a hood n+gga sayin’ please?
say you gon’ rob me but you chinese
i’m off the fake perc’s doing high+knees
these n+ggas fall off, thouxanbanfauni
he tried to rob me, i said, “nani”
this not a musical like+
this not a musical like ani
that a bust like kwame
what? i just bought my glock, a bbl
my name sean, n+gga, not emmanuel
b+tch, i’m a communist, i feel like fidel
b+tch, i beat up that pack, truck ladle
stick in my hand, i can cast any spell
i’m turning mexican with the taco sh+ll
held back three times but i’m not esl
[bridge]
you hop on any of them n+ggas beats, and you f+ck with me, i’m not f+ckin’ with you, n+gga
hes real!
[verse: rx papi]
know i’m in the kitchen, get the f+ck out the way
i up the gl!ck and beat the f+ck out ya’ face
i can never get a job, mad minimum wage
to strech and slap, i know ten different ways
papi go breaking bad in the kitchen
told auntie, “bring the bags to the kitchen”
i’m cooking up steve nash in the kitchen
they kicked his door, i’m out the side window
it’s a gun in the car, pap be riding in it
you ain’t knowing yo’ block, you just hiding in it
i pay my lil’ n+gga to slide
it’s a cold world, they put that ‘fye to you
i sold more dope then oj da juiceman
big ass chain like oj da juiceman
i crack a pint, then mix the juice in
auntie seeing me, she said, “pap, where you been?”
spent a rap deal on a cuban
i blew a quarter pound in one session
i chop the legs on ya’ top stepper
.556’s stop you from stepping
better think twice ‘fore you step in my section
knock ya’ head off if you want ya’ necklace
when you up the gl!ck, ain’t no second guessing
this not a workout, we finna strech him
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