DJ Kay Slay - License To k** lyrics

[Intro] (License) This is my sh** right here (To k**) What's up Kay Slay? Drama King Hah, King to his craft (What's it gonna be, License to k**) Big shouts to Gunplay, Trae The Truth (What's it gonna be) Big KRIT (Boy keep it real) Big Tray Dee, License to k** Come on! (Gunplay) [Verse 1] Gloves and mask, slugs and cash Four five and rounds, make you climb the ground Homicides, mamma's and cries Preying on the racknid coward, demise n***as riding dirty, they shower this ride Never celebrate, it's a promise to God If I get it up, to my homies, promise top ride Hop out with that stick, that's a proper surprise n***as get they dropping, when that copper go flying Am all about that action, just ain't rocking no rhymes Fold out rifle, looks like Optimus Prime Transforming thugs to a p**y a times Caught a body, celebrate with some cush and some wine Cancelled your options, all that's left is pallbearers and boxes Took his breath, left him bluer than Oxys Ain't a k**er if you never, went through with the process [Hook] (What's it gonna be, License to k**) Shout out to Gunplay and Sammi J on the track (What's it gonna be) Sounds so good (Boy keep it real) [Verse 2] Yeah, I race for this street sh**, It ain't too much to talk bout Convertible to foot boy, am tryna take his top out I came to get those swap out, street sweep you like am Kay Slay These toppers come up heavy, no more base, n***a that's lethal I hustle, tell them it's pay day, the coder never do whatever Trae say The heard you dropping like lately, that n***a ever try to play dray It set it off like am Vader, this thin though no radar I trip now, not Vader, your b**h choose, I take her Get mine, I make up, This world mine, I die by it I'm young truth, no lie about it That's why the dry bout it Houston Texas, I rip it like all the N.Y Am who they ride with till they die You can't see d**h with no eye, but n***a this is real talk I can show you how Trio walk, see mask and this steel bark Seal up like big Ho, rest in peace One thousand at the least, this gangster here a beast Let's go the south release, haters we out to peace [Hook] What's it gonna be, License to k** What's it gonna be, boy keep it real [Verse 3] Young K.R.I.T, cared about my kingdom and my lane Let no strangers pop, that old school drop Them hitters don't stand no chance Dancing on they graves, get their player mate Since my younger days, a n***a go bawling like they spawling Like they have to pay for Prado I flow the type that rackle, I heard they falling out b**h, I got my stack up, you know the game Gravy when you got the bread to sap up And holds them through the trenches Nothing under when they pop up So chop them down, let them turn to crime f**ing with the king, with my fur Keep me ferra cruise, while I comb the scene Brush the n***as with the power players, the conversators Am talking million dollars business over taking haters Love the live I live, these n***as out to dine and hate They need to live more, they pay this sh** I don't feel for I break the bank and bill though, your b**h stay in your billfold Walk out till the sundown, forever ever Trio [Chorus] What's it gonna be, License to k** What's it gonna be, boy keep it real [Verse 4] You know how we do it, for the gee see me fighting life on the pills For I hold tight on my steel, got a license to k** Check their image not a blemish, since I step in the game All my position strictly testing my aim Yeah I keep that bob walking, n***a come on down Look, and see the next contestant, as I let these rounds go Most of y'all just talk the talk, am well known to chalk sh** off Put you in some sh**ty lane, no way that you gone walk it off Don't play games, keep that flame East 23rd street I claim, stay in front line and always riding No one can see my game Beats seven bread, and my heat full of lead It's banging in they jaw, weak n***as scared Am mad dog, n***as love beef when it's real Catch you sleeping with your b**h, get you three to your head Yeah, I mean what I said, come and try if you will And be the beast from these streets with a license to k** That's real [Hook] (What's it gonna be, License to k**) Peace out to Trae Dee, Long beach up in this motherf**er (What's it gonna be, boy keep it real) Let's keep it moving