KayKay

[Intro] Come on man, you know how I rock, man Bands, bands, bands, bands I want bands, bands, bands, bands I want bands, bands, bands, bands I want bands, bands, bands, bands [Chorus: UnoTheActivist] Pull to the party, I came with the K Pull to the party, I came with the K Play with my money, I aim at your face Boom at medulla, and aim at your brain These niggas think I'm insane These hoes think I'm insane Cause I got me a chopper? And I aim straight for your brain I pull up off of the the curb Don't make no noise There go the boys, aye, there go the boys We out, we out We jumping the gates and we hopping the fences These niggas know how I get it, because I came straight from the trenches [Verse 1: Thouxanbanfauni] You could get hit with the hollows All of these bitches so shallow All of my niggas they say "Fuck it, fuck it, we straight from the Gallows" All of these bitches on hoe All of these bitches on go (on go) All of my niggas they know, they know They know, we straight from road Bitch, I got me a pole You cannot try me, I got me a pole Extendo clip, I'm all in on go All of my niggas we came for the show All of these bitches with me for the show All of these niggas they love to show boat All of my niggas so cunky and aggravating I just might have to go get a pole Bow-bow-bow-bow, 30 clip extendo All of these niggas they playing Nintendo Nigga, I might just go kick in your window Nigga, I might just go kick in your window Say he a fiend, but he really your friend though Say he a fiend, but he really your friend though All of these bitches, they think I got answers All of these bitches, they really some dancers Bitch bad for my health Bitch so bad, that bitch I just call her cancer All these bitches like damn deer, and I'm Santa All of these bitches like to Prancer All of these bitches like to Prancer Passing the K to my brother Kay, Kay, Kay, Kay, Kay [Verse 2: UnoTheActivist & Thouxanbanfauni] And I came with the K And I'm throwed like, "okay" Want the top, toupee She want the same touché And I went and got a gold And I went and got a ghost Custom-made shit, aye Went and got it sold a soul I wouldn't never sell my soul Even for the true soul With the True Religion watch With a Rollie on my throat And these bitches on my nest And them diamonds on my Roll's And them angels on my pieces And them thots from them follies Cultures and gods, cultures and gods Cold shuttered, yeah, who really them guys? (who really them guys?) Uh yeah, bitch we mobbing Aye my niggas popping Bodies, I know they droppin' Caught a pussy nigga lacking, I'm slicing That 40 right in my pocket I guess you could call that a pocket rocket We shoot then we gon' stomp Then we gon take all his loot and his money It leaning heavy on my conscience I went and had a talk with all my aunties They told me hit 'em with the Tommy So I hit 'em with the Tommy [Chorus: UnoTheActivist] Pull to the party, I came with the K Pull to the party, I came with the K Play with my money, I aim at your face Boom at medulla, and aim at your brain These niggas think I'm insane These hoes they think I'm insane Cause I got me a chopper? And I aim straight for your brain I pull up off of the the curb Don't make no noise There go the boys, there go the boys We out, we out We jumping the gates and we hopping the fences These niggas know how I get it, because I came straight from the trenches