BuDouble - k**a Remix lyrics

[Produced by JCanan Beats and Cartier Jones] [Verse 1] Bandanna on my face, I swear they thought I was Young Pappy That Day Day hit my lungs, my double cup I'm sippin' Alex Designer everything, from head to toe, b**h I be stylin' And all my n***as be wildin', yo' n***as ain't got no mileage f** you thought? I go hard for my team, what the f** you mean? This Glock 40 came with a green bean Turn any n***a that want beef into a string bean No more ning things All we tote is big sh**, all we blow is big sh** Pull up on the side of 'em n***as, now they a** got to riding like they a** can't drive stick shift All my n***as crack fours, and where I come from, you can't trap until you learn how to blow a pole Out here in the streets, n***a anything goes I done seen some of the realest n***as get exposed, now they a** just some hoes Just like the opps, always hiding, n***a everyone knows Think they got balls though, every time we try to make some sh** crack We never find they a** like war, though Rat-a-tat-tat, that's the sound of my gat I ain't no coward, n***a, I'on hit you from the back I approach you from the front Head shot, face shot, next shot, send a couple more shots at his chest Someone lay that boy to rest They trynna wake his a** up, but he gone, please let that man rest 12 on our a**, cause they can't make arrests We just make 'em come around and come clean up our mess, when we f** sh** up [Interlude] Them old a** Mikes wit yo' broke a** I done came a long way from having no cash Now my whole team got more bags R.I.P Young Pappy, Numba 6, 2 Pap! Wait hol' on [Verse 2] Two of everything, hoe we be f**ing sh** up Couple mouth chops, I bet that be shutting sh** up Played the hand I was dealt with, it was nothing but trust I seen n***as get rich, I seen n***as get slumped I'ma 'bout that life, n***a You don't wanna gamble, you ain't bout them dice, n***a I seen that n***a get up out this life n***a still got whacked 'cause he had them stripes, n***a And they say they gon' k** me Before you do that, that n***as gon' feel me You can get 'em k**ed for free, ain't gotta pill me I be gettin' bricks on bricks, you think I'm building Shoot his a** six on six, you think we filming We just trynna catch more bodies and get a million Yo b**h wanna s** on dick for some Brazilian Then go home and kiss her man and her children Petty b**h, and I ain't wit' none of that petty sh** Turn a n***a brains into spaghetti when that feather spit You would think I'm Freddy in yo dreams, n***a Tell 'em what you seen, n***a When them chops hit yo a**, I'll have you scream, n***a Put his a** on a shirt, n***a and on a screen, n***a Put his a** in the dirt, n***a and on the sleeve, n***a When you hear how we did 'em, you ain't gon' believe n***as Nah mean, n***as? So if I wasn't scared, man, I'll give you that Boy, I'm still in the streets, n***a, I'll meet you there Boy, they took my lil' bro, I wanna see a n***a brains hit the floor Have his mama try and pick the sh** up' And what's left, we just smackin' that sh** And I ain't no dink n***a, but I ain't catchin' no b**h R.I.P Young Pap, who those legend exist Head shot, he seen the light, now he trynna resist [Outro] See that light, n***a Uh-huh, die slow, p**y R.I.P Young Pap Numba 6, Dirt, and 2 Cups 2 Pap