yayu - kill that kid! lyrics
[verse 1 : yayu]
look
still rockin’ sh+tty ass pumas, keep the kitty cat
drop him like it’s 50 racks
boomers wanna talk like it’s a pittance, off a opera
know my mode of operation
stop your ovulation, y’all been thinkin’ basic
got a lot to say
not in any language you can understand
deliver flame of peso, keep me on the underhand
reaching up
never with the t’ing up
knock him out of time sp+ce, got mind sp+ce
i’m freeing up
plenty sh+t on my plate, i’m eatin’ up
i just gotta keep it up, you’ll probably see me rising
like a body , need a miracle to stop me
you fallin’ behind and think i need a bump
cocaine, meanwhile i been making crack it’s on the lock
i bet you probably wish you got me in the past
f+ck that, no more slouching i can not just sit in class
need the opposite
need to teach the proper sh+t like how to cop a grip
and cap a copper if he wrong
i know it’s shocking but it’s obvious they dropping
novices with rockets
see this music to be murdered by
from another white
pimp slab i’ll have that p+ssy floating like a b+tterfly
leave him on the roof, i’m just cleaning out the gutter grime
other words f+ck him i ain’t always been the subtle type, f+cking right
used to be that kid i really wonder why
over that sh+t
[part 2]
[verse 2 : yayu]
keep what i need
keep what i need
keep what i need
keep what i need
keep what i need
big ass tree on my feet
one foot down you know how to lead
sharp ass crown let me show how to beat
hard hat town might throw out a piece
caught flat down just roll out in deep
cold out in g, ayy childish
need me a billy like twice, shouts eilish
folks made rich went south, now pirates
cl!ck stick out touch pad like stylist
chill by the house if this sh+t getting risky
i fit him he dizzy, he thinking it’s whiskey
might take off a top if this sh+t getting frisky
he sad as a b+tch if she listen to mitsky
my risk is on poverty though
f+ck any property value, i value my property though
f+ck a copper should be dropping these hoes
if they don’t suck then i’m dropping these hoes
if she won’t f+ck then it’s probably no
mind in the cloud on economy mode
might need to plow down the robbery soon
me and my gang got our eyes on the throne
hopefully soon i’ll be not in the hole
not really cold, maybe copping the pole
cannot be on fox’s at dawson
i wanna be talking to carlson like y’all be some hoes
it’s yayu, don’t ask how i got it
i’m white so you know that it’s probably stol+
history really a mockery though
i’m tryna shoot an impossible goal
i got out the program and now my gut’s screaming
i don’t like so famous, keep the cutlery out of it, choke slam it
billy mays with the like so handy
and i don’t leave without it, like dont panic
42 bars is the meaning of life
your vocals drive me to season the mic
if i hear your song i’m deleting it twice
you’re so f+cking trash at rapping
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