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hello? - kota qenny lyrics

[intro]
aye
yeah
okay
yeah
yeah
aight
boy you n*ggas—
d*mn
aight
i got it
lemme catch this sh*t real quick
kota!

[verse]
boy you n*ggas ain’t wit’ sh*t
you p*ssy n*ggas ain’t wit’ nothing
you think i ain’t for real, you catch these jayz
i’ll show you i ain’t frontin’
yo’ b*tch she coming through go straight for head
i’m calling her a zombie
that b*tch she fine as china, latin heat
i gotta call her mami
he’ll figure kota is a problem when he catch a tommy
doing all that acting crazy
my boys’ll really loose a screw
punch god dunking on the beat like my name kota bronny
say you got the gang to ride well be prepared to lose a few
got yo’ b*tch up in the crib you know she blowing like a flute
got a b*tch from italy so she know when she finna get the boot
these n*ggas throwing shade like a tree
i k!ll ‘em at the root
the green keep growing when i talk to it
it tell me “i am groot”
kota is the fam’ not a gang
you can’t be in the group
get shot he gon’ flip open and scream
“watch me move like my juke”
qenny one and only you know that n*gga can’t be duped
shot’ll leave froze on the spot like “where is my super suit?”
block called
h*llo?
said it need spinnin’
it’s cool to take a l i got back up
that’s why i keep winnin’
call my girls two starting fives ‘cause you know i keep tens in
n*gga gon’ get hit wit’ a .9 if he finna keep fibbin’
yo’ b*tch coming through you know she ate it calling me din din
his b*tch a seven and his song went wood need to cross his attention
the heat’ll hit ‘em six times, but he’ll only hear two ring
already got five on the court that boy ain’t starting
boy we ain’t rivals i don’t even see you as a foe
my n*ggas shoot the tre just like they klay ready to let it blow
you saying that you ready to shoot well my n*ggas is too
all my n*ggas we be the ones can call us kota truth
my n*ggas win everything we do i’m finna make it count
you n*ggas ass backwards with yo’ mind you ain’t gon’ make it out
all you n*ggas do is just be crying ian tryna hear you pout
these n*ggas all tryna be like me can call me kota clout
this lil uzi got punch you gon’ catch this philly sh*ll
like he got the mark of sacrifice the way we give ‘em h*ll
blue and green pape up in my pockets ain’t gon’ miss a sale
these n*ggas be in comparison wit’ me but all these n*ggas pale
these n*ggas claim they shoot but ain’t nan one of these n*ggas buckets
chop’ll knock ‘em down i call it “unc’” because it’s causing ruckus
boy stay mellow fifteen in ya front’ll have you cut for nothing
ain’t no joking fifteen to his back’ll turn him to a nugget
[outro]
kota!

- kota qenny lyrics

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