knee deep - leon vegas lyrics
[verse 1: d.vj]
motherf-ck a death threat, i’ve been dealin’ with a lot
(ah, okay, okay)
been one bad comment away from beefin’ with six n-gg-s
on top of that, i got college to do and three b-tches
i think i’m feeling like, feeling like i’m not feelin’ y’all
i think i’m out of my body, i feel like k!llin’ y’all
when y’all ain’t sh-t, i’ma hit you up like “what’s good, my dawg?”
i’m in the sky, i’m in your head, i’m on your f-ckin’ wall
i got that thang, i’m the mist, i’m the f-ck to your b-tch
i’m the fore to your head
i’ma run up on you and i’m runnin’ them hands
i’ma call your b-tch -ss up in advance
i’m outside, i’m in your house, i’m everywhere, boy
i’m your momma, i’m on your couch
head spin, i look at you, i’m looking at a b-tch
your landscape spin, you look at me, you’re sitting on a fence
my blood ‘gon spill one day, no doubt but not on your account
i’ll spread my wings and fly before i f-ck around and drown
i can’t be f-cked, i don’t exist but i got thangs to do
and i’ll be d-mned if it ends on you
n-gg-s always fake it for the fake clout
but let’s see how long they last when the hype fades out
see, they want my opinion, i can’t say much
truth be told, we think she’s knee deep in some fake love
chillin’ with some n-gg-s that don’t teach her nothing but l-st
all i’m hearing ’bout is how she managed to get f-cked up
oh, lord, petals
[chorus: d.vj & kid c.]
i might roll up with ya wrist, i say, yeah
ice, cheese, i might roll up with ya wrist
i say, yeah, ice, cheese, i might roll up with ya wrist
ice, cheese, i might roll up with ya, uh
[verse 2: kid c.]
i don’t have time for you f-ckers no more
i’m getting the money, i’m taking it all
i’m on my d-mn come up and you on your fall
i’m ’bout to just run up on every d-mn fool
i don’t need no help, i don’t need your support
i’m earning the belt, should have had it before
you wantin’ some clout, and then wantin’ applause
you signin’ the contract but don’t read the clause
b-tch, you a dumb-ss and yeah
you about to get bodied by kid even though i stay poor
you wanting your momma, you think she ‘gon make it all better
well, d-mn, i got news for you all
you on some silly sh-t, act like a silly b-tch
messy like silly string all on the floor
please will you miss me with all of the sh-tty hits?
you cannot write for sh-t, heard it before (ya, ya, ya)
you take me for granted, don’t know what you doing
need to get on both ya feet and start moving
see, i’m a god in the scene, hallelujah
yeah, me, i’m the one on the beat that you choosing
i came, oh i saw, then i conquered
[i ruined rap], what the f-ck you accomplished?
carry a gat like an outdated mobster
scream on a track and you look an imposter, ooh
i never changed, came in the game
every track, kid’ll have slain, yeah
you talk about pain, you acting insane
took more than a minute, you claim, you b-tch
you need to back up cause you sounding so aimless
you need to back up all the sh-t you been sayin’
need to back up, i forgot what your name is
you need to pack up, get the f-ck out my way, b-tch
[outro: kid c.]
get the f-ck out my way, b-tch
said get the f-ck out my way, b-tch
yo, aye, cvteboy$, f-ck
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