Big Noyd - Kilo Rap lyrics

Yeah n***a it's that Kilo Rap Put another one on top bring a kilo back. Eh! That way you could see more stack It's that real hustle music, n***a kilo rap! Yeah n***a it's that Kilo Rap Put another one on top bring a kilo back. Eh! That way you could see more stack It's that real hustle music, n***a kilo rap! Yo now I got the heart blow, push it by the cargo, Benz with the top low, ya'll n***as talk slow That's why yo money come slow, n' yo funds low n***a when the guns blow... Clik full o gun bustas, flinch any gun toucher n***a it's a friday, split tha code five ways Y'all n***as violate, then you see tha nine spray Double up - money back, Double up - hundred stack Y'all n***as wanna rap, pure sh** comin' back Mothaf*ckas talk but they don't want none of that Nah, they don't want beef, stash in tha car seat Buck em' down spark heat, n***a we don't talk cheap Nuthin' but a "G" thang, shoot'em'up BANG BANG! Added to tha hustle game, flippin' work, cuttin' cane You don't see the f*ckin' chain hundred on the cupboard rings If you ain't talking money, n***a what the f*ck you sayin'? Yeah n***a it's that Kilo Rap Put another one on top bring a kilo back. Eh! That way you could see more stack It's that real hustle music, n***a kilo rap! Yeah n***a it's that Kilo Rap Put another one on top bring a kilo back. Eh! That way you could see more stack It's that real hustle music, n***a kilo rap! Ey yo, do it for tha OG's, 36 ozs 1000 grams on the PanAm overseas Put it in a pan or a pot Just to make it hot n***a when tha Term n' Rock... Freeze by the double digits, keys turn above the sniffers Squeeze turn the ugly b**hes, f*ckin' for tha bubbalicious Baby mama's here to rock, with tha seed in tha pot When the pop out the others we gon' see it on tha block Right in front of rich deals, dipers full of sh** still Mommy got a piss grill, Daddy tryna pinch steel Trunk full of fishscale, put it on tha big scale n***a when tha sh**'s real... Now I need another bird, holla at my brother Irv Cut it up in tha dirt, picture from tha gutta curves Y'all still sellin' herbs, so you can't f*ck with Term St. gettin' money, n***a whatta f*ck you heard? ! Yeah n***a it's that Kilo Rap Put another one on top bring a kilo back. Eh! That way you could see more stack It's that real hustle music, n***a kilo rap! Yeah n***a it's that Kilo Rap Put another one on top bring a kilo back. Eh! That way you could see more stack, {Yeah reeeeal, n***a} It's that real hustle music, n***a kilo rap! {yo} Yo, in em' streets, where I make my ends meet In tha belly of tha beast, screamin' f*ck tha police! N' I'm never gon' stop til' I'm the f*ckin' boss Flossin' in that new poss, movin' weight like Ricky Ross, but of course: You already know tha name, kid, Noyd from tha f*ckin' bridge Steppin' on dope, movin' coke it is what it is I'm not yo average rappa, known as tha gun clappa Burnin'-tha-dutch master, twistin' haze all day I'm gangsta homie, I'm so hood homie, I keep that thing on me, so you know I'm good on it Sit back n' let my paper stack, Yo it's that Kilo Rap I'll be movin' mo base than that Premo track A couple of grams, two o my mans Greyhound chink that's down a quart o the plan Been in town just to lock down Call my connect Let'em know I just touched down Bring me tha Tec It's on!