Sonny Stevens - k** For lyrics

[Verse 1] Load up Like a n***a packing some cargo Like a maniac when the car's towed Get cracked in relation to a soft cone Drop more lines than a motherf**ing bar code You don't really want this work I'm outcast and them n***as a**, more a** than a twerk Hold up, life on the line, my n***as do time My n***a Chris in that house, and he ain't living fine dine You daddy and mine, was never there so We k** those, and f** hoes, like dil*os And still live like weirdos, God damn This that sh** they'll k** for But I walk around like I am bulletproof And that is fully true appeal for That thug sh**, they love it, I was it. but does it? Give the same hype, same hype for when they're busting Like a f**ing zip lock, when I start pick pock n***as on the strip co*ked with a fff nine Giving your b**h co*k, when the f**ing stick rock Bring eight friends, I could fff all nine And that's that liquor talking My dick a Tonka truck when I f** this up And they hate the way I feel to give no f**! [Hook] This that sh** they wanna k** for This that sh** they wanna k** for This that sh** they wanna k** for This that sh** they wanna k** for that Put it in your grill for that sh** they wanna k** for This that sh** they wanna k** for This that sh** they wanna k** for that Put it in your grill for that Still everybody gotta build for that Me! I make mills off that k** that [Verse 2] Memories keep telling me f** up anything that is not a friend of me b**h you can get in front, never ahead of me Hit it from the back, get her squirming like a centipede On this notepad, I go mad With me solo, there's no hope And these rappers are not rad They take up space like a whole note Man my time is the realest, f** your time, it just ain't Try to stand up to this sh**, get knocked out like a faint This that DGM flow, this that BMG business Never thoughts of a God, I don't give no forgiveness Because these b**hes are something, they're taking toll On me, while stressing, I'm taking a toke And then I'm confessing, I'm getting so cold Runaway rhymes, so I never go home Even as a tod, never was the type to start a f**ing prob Now its time to just f** up, everything, ceilings crumble to the floor I leave a p**y just blown, I would trombone your hoe Then pa** it on to her hoe, and beat it like metronomes That's the way that it goes, so I don't love, I just flow To make a mill and get more head than a pillow [Hook]