LIKE KRACK IN THE 80'S

I got my eyes to the top, I'm in love with it

Niggas ain't think I could do it, I'm runnin' it

I do whatever I want and I'm loving it

Woah

Bring on the pressure, hell nah, I ain't duckin' it

I been that boy, but they just catching up with it

Fuck it, I'm hoggin' the ball, you ain't touchin' it, no

I got it all, bitch, I'm never gon' lose it

I wanna ball, so I gotta go stupid

You stuck on the wall, you ain't never gon' do it, okay

I said it all, now I gotta go prove it

I'm not finna talk and then never go do it

I'll leave that to y'all, 'cause they never gon' shoot it, okay

I'm with it

Ain't stopping till I'm with the fishes

Didn't have too much shit going on for me, I kept my head down till I did

And them niggas ain't get it

Okay, where you at?

Told 'em check in a year, I'd be that

50 done turned to 100, done turned to a milly

Okay, now we on nigga? bet

Give me another, bitch I want my chains

Give me another, bitch I want a name

Fuck that

I want these niggas to know when I hop in the booth I'm the best in the game

K got this shit on a mfkn' leash

Doggin' this bitch, I ain't touching the brake

I said I know I'm a star, lil' bitch

That's something you know when you put in some pain

I ain't leavin', not yet

I ain't no vet

Spend a lil' check

Get it right back

Runnin' through all of this shit, I should fly to NY and go help out the Jets

We got the stage for a minute — I don't wanna see none of them niggas talkin' about "we the best"

Servin' out stank and it's hittin'

I crossed the Pacific, want the whole mfkn' map

I got my eyes to the top, I'm in love with it

Niggas ain't think I could do it, I'm runnin' it

I do whatever I want and I'm loving it

Woah

Bring on the pressure, hell nah, I ain't duckin' it

I been that boy, but they just catching up with it

Fuck it, I'm hoggin' the ball, you ain't touchin' it, no

I got it all, bitch, I'm never gon' lose it

I wanna ball, so I gotta go stupid

You stuck on the wall, you ain't never gon' do it, okay

I said it all, now I gotta go prove it

I'm not finna talk and then never go do it

I'll leave that to y'all, 'cause they never gon' shoot it, okay

(K-K-Kuhsigh)

Yeah, Yeah

Bag gon' run up, I'm a stunna

Stop the show, then rock the stands

Fuck a Hummer

I need Bentley, 'Rarri, Maybach—might go Lamb

Another hunnid

Duck for cover

When I drop, I make 'em scram

Free them boys up out the strip

And free them niggas up out that slam

Ride out quick, I do my shit

I rinse, repeat, I'm not gon' stop

If they ever say I did, just know I'm dead—'cause I cannot

I could never sweat you, baby

You do you, I let you rock

I'll throw my deuce up in the air

Then walk my ass up out the spot

Might just spin it back, shit too hot

Talkin bout flows, I ain't talkin bout thots

Shit for the birds and they all gon' flock

Love 'em to death, but they gotta get dropped

Came out the dirt with a chip on my shoulder

My head like boulder, can't get me to stop

They hit the bottom—watch out for the rock

I got the key, nigga feelin like Glock

Been done with these boys, head off

Fuck 'em up so bad, they gon' need Red Cross

That nigga hate it—he can't explain it

He make it up just to get it across

I went and popped—popped on these fuck niggas' heads

They don't know how I turned to a boss

And I might go drop—drop on these fuck niggas' heads

I'ma teach 'em the way to the top

And I can't go with you, no

I need my space, I'm on the edge

I'm on the ropes, bobbin', weavin'

Tryna catch up, get it in

I'm on the coast, where the demons

Rockin' suits and poppin' 10s

I got the code to the safe

I'm crackin' shit—no Johnny Sins

I know, I know

Bag gon' run up, I'ma stunna

Stop the show, then rock the stands

Fuck a Hummer

I need Bentley, 'Rarri, Maybach—might go Lamb

Another hunnid

Duck for cover

When I drop, I make 'em scram

Free them boys up out the strip

And free them niggas up out that slam

Ride out quick, I do my shit

I rinse, repeat, I'm not gon' stop

If they ever say I did, just know I'm dead—'cause I cannot

I could never sweat you, baby

You do you, I let you rock

I'll throw my deuce up in the air

Then walk my ass up out the spot

Way too high

There go that lil boy Kuhsigh

100, I'm scrapin the road

Baby wanna have a good time

Think she addicted to dope

And lowkey me too i cant lie

Need dat shit right now

Tryna see bout them tats on her spine

Tryna see bout them racks stack em high

Put the team on my back like Kawhi

Gave a ring to that girl she was just over here

Nigga feenin boy I'd rather die

Quick to leave I'll be out give me 5

Ketamine got em out in a line

I know them lil niggas aint doin nothing they steady be talkin online

Idk what niggas got in they lungs it gotta be crack cuz they fried, ooh

Better than who?- talk to em just like my phone dead

Dont got the time

Lil mama pulled up wit dat boof

Smoked out the coupe

Then i got a lil sum' on her eye

This aint the same nigga you knew

Back then i was coo

But nigga right now im Kuhsigh

She wanna lock down, wan be a wife

Find someone else baby im not the guy

Not it aint me, its you

I told u wassup and u still wanna try

Just like these rappers stay droppin that shit no one listenin

Brodie they tired (ha)

Dont get offended just get in yo bag, my nigga

I promise u gon be alright

Go n get back not sad my nigga

Dont never slow up hit the gas my nigga

They not finna get it when u just beggining, they get it when u on they ass my niggas

Breakin they neck, we gone

Cant do none the shi, we do, they know

I cant never leave them blues alone

Have some fun n then u gotta get on

Way too high

There go that lil boy Kuhsigh

100, im scrapin the road

Baby wanna have a good time

Think she addicted to dope

And lowkey me too i cant lie

Need dat shit right now

Tryna see bout them tats on her spine

Tryna see bout them racks stack em high

Put the team on my back like Kawhi

Gave a ring to that girl she was just over here

Nigga feenin boy id rather die

Quick to leave I'll be out give me 5

Ketamine got em out in a line

I know them lil niggas aint doin nothing they steady be talkin online

I done got me a ten

You know I'm all 'bout the business, I don't want no limit

I get what I want, I'm the man

Ain't never been 'bout a gimmick, they can't get a listen

Until they come out and pretend

I took a bit just to listen, I couldn't forgive 'em

That cappin' he spittin' a sin

He wanna flex on a nigga 'cause he done got him a lil' motion

Okay, but we been

Okay

Never let naan nigga play in yo face

Westside swag comin' 'round yo way

Need a whole lotta bags, I don't need yo say

Cold like pops, so I feel like O'Shea

Champagne popped, now I feel like Rozay

On the way right now, nigga just y'all wait

Gon' see what I do with that rock — no Jay

Said he hot like who? Lil' bitch, are you dumb?

You ain't touchin' us, lil' nigga tighten up

Sent the lil' deal, had to laugh, wrap it up

Took them lil' racks to the bank, that ain't nun

Take it on back to the days on the bus

I ain't never think K would have fans, now we up

Now we in suburbans so goddamn much

I can barely see shit out the back of this truck

And I'm rollin', these shades like the windows, they tinted

You on what I'm on, 'bout some money, let's get it

She on me too hard in this party, no kiddin'

Her man in the back muggin' me, nigga livid

I'm hoggin' the Spalding, I'm not finna give it

Ain't goin' back and forth, I'ma cut off your sentence

You judgin' the man

How 'bout you get off yo ass and quit playin'

All that talkin', no walkin', I don't understand

Better come on wit us if you in

Nigga fuck what they sayin', jus' stay down and win

I could lose all of this shit, I'd still rather be me than you niggas

I'm just not a fan

He mad at me 'cause his thottie be goin'

He just can't accept that his girl just ain't his

And it's really the same wit this rappin' shit

I'm a homewrecker, I ain't even try but I'm in nigga woah

You know I'm all 'bout the business, I don't want no limit

I get what I want, I'm the man

Ain't never been 'bout a gimmick, they can't get a listen

Until they come out and pretend

I took a bit just to listen, I couldn't forgive 'em

That cappin' he spittin' a sin

He wanna flex on a nigga 'cause he done got him a lil' motion

Okay, but we been

Okay

Never let naan nigga play in yo face

Westside swag comin' 'round yo way

Need a whole lotta bags, I don't need yo say

Cold like pops, so I feel like O'Shea

Champagne popped, now I feel like Rozay

On the way right now, nigga just y'all wait

Gon' see what I do with that rock — no Jay