tp - kapp lyrics
[intro]
up, y’all n*ggas ain’t know sh*t
all y’all motherf*ckers talkin’ about
“chief keef ain’t no hitter, chief keef ain’t this, chief keef a fake”
shut the f*ck up, y’all don’t live with that n*gga
y’all know that n*gga got caught with a ratchet
shootin’ at the police and sh*t
n*gga been on probation since f*ckin’, i don’t know when
motherf*cker, stop f*ckin’ playin’ him like that
them n*ggas savages out there
if i catch another motherf*cker talkin’ sweet about chief keef
i’m f*ckin’ beatin’ they ass
[chorus]
why play with your life thinkin’ my block sweet?
guess he ready to die tryna play with a sweep
i’m gettin’ low, masked when i walk up the street
all you hear is, “bang, bang,” but it’s not chief keef
“grrah, grrah, bang,” that’s the sound of the g
why they mention my namе as if i’m not a tweak?
had a brace on my ankle, still flockin’ my hеat
them people is listenin’, i’ma tp
[verse]
in the nick two deep, me and g2c
first mb i catch, go with g2g
[?] got got, that could never be me
but i know that he happy he up with kt
matt savv dead, why they think he asleep?
and gutta been gone almost five hundred weeks
coolie died, they don’t jack him, the f*ck do they mean?
guess they don’t wanna show it ’cause i do repeat
two n*ggas keep dyin’, you see what i see?
if he lackin’ on ape, he get turned into sprinks
tell them n*ggas come slide and get back for lil neak
since this sh*t start gettin’ borin’, we out to the east
[?] wasn’t fast, should’ve hopped in a v
you ain’t spun every block we was on, that two three
it was me, jack, naz, sg and mb
we was spinnin’ through harlem, we ain’t care if it’s three
not a v or a bike, we done trooped it on feet
why they never bring up how we get when we creep?
flocked him, bro, i did not need a beam
guess it’s mission complete if find out he a beat
bad b*tch, she wanna f*ck with a sweep
if she come to the crib, on her back, i’ma beat
nasty, the way that she swallow the d*ck got me thinkin’ she hungry, so she just gon’ eat
[chorus]
why play with your life thinkin’ my block sweet?
guess he ready to die tryna play with a sweep
gettin’ low, masked when i walk up the street
all you hear is, “bang, bang,” but it’s not chief keef
“grrah, grrah, bang,” that’s the sound of the g
why they mention my name as if i’m not a tweak?
had a brace on my ankle, still flockin’ my heat
them people is listenin’, i’ma tp
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