Julius Keith - Kentucky Shit lyrics

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Julius Keith - Kentucky Shit lyrics

[Intro] Killer Instinct Yeah, double homicide b*tch Oh, sh*t, I'm sorry DJ EDub, settin’ the streets on fire, mixtape after mixtape [Verse 1: Bryson Tiller] Wow, I'm on my New York sh*t My whip mean and it's clean like a newborn is My crib clean, two Lamborghinis, two Porshes Yeah, you had to see me in the two-doors lit A baddie with me in the passeng’ too gorgeous Music blastin', this rapper from New Orleans Too relaxed, don't be slackin', do more sh*t I'm too established, word to Gavy/Gavin, do more damage Too bad it's, over for anyone of you who been lackin', flyest sh*t, me Aladdin God send me Jasminе, my business is crackin' so She gon’ get G-Wagon and tеnnis shoes matchin’ [?] fashion Beginnin' still, tryna get revenge and I’m laughin', dissin' Tiller is madness Dissin'/Listen Tiller really might get ’em embarrassed Funny he got more in common with Tiffany Haddish He don't be rappin', he just be crackin' silly jokes, cut these ni**as with axe Really though, it's just Twitter relax I guarantee they still ask, "Where Serenity at?" Be a lotta things, I ain't finna be whack (I ain't finna be whack, ni**a) [Chorus: Bryson Tiller] I'm on my KY sh*t (Don't wait on that sh*t) I'm on my KY sh*t (Yeah, yeah) I'm on my KY sh*t, too smooth, true, that's KY sh*t [Verse 2: Julius Keith] Woah, I elevated Never stressed, no rest, couple of smacks, it's premeditated [?] send me the text, I connect, in the West we waitin' I promise that if we correct then it's to the death, that sh*t crazy, I got this Reachin'/recent silence, been keepin' quiet, I be seein' time and Seek alliances, seat aside of a sleepin' giant And [?] might seem defyin', been meanin' to get this sh*t out my mind, I just speak in private Wait, you been wishin' me the worst, ni**as dead wrong Sage, you can feel it in the circle like a skintron Better not test me, like a sneeze I'm ahead of a blessing Got the keys, after these, I'm forever indebted Still flooded, still star, still luck in testing I'm still Odom, still bald like I'm Uncle Fester Tickets down to [?], I might fill up the section If it's not [?] I'm the one to mess with but We can leave the story untold, no one will say sh*t But I rap like I know I can save it Like I know I'm the greatest my city's ever seen since Static or [?] Tiller or Harlow I'm dealin' with the sorrows, two million hit tomorrow ni**as goin' numb, it's some feelings we can borrow Louis slugger, doin' numbers when I make my pitch Who she lovin', who she wantin'? Then I take my pick Who he was and he wasn't, ni**as can't stop this But when they play my sh*t, it's on some KY sh*t [Chorus: Bryson Tiller] I'm on my KY sh*t (Don't wait on that sh*t) I'm on my KY sh*t (Yeah, yeah) I'm on my KY sh*t, too smooth, true, that's KY sh*t I'm really [Outro: DJ EDub] fu*k ass ni**as Acti like DJ EDub ain't got these motherfu*kin' streets on lock Can't you see? Ayy, got your goddamn attention, get familiar, su*kas

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