Kentucky Shit

[Intro]

Killer Instinct

Yeah, double homicide

Bitch

Oh, shit, I'm sorry

DJ EDub, settin’ the streets on fire, mixtape after mixtape

[Verse 1: Bryson Tiller]

Wow, I'm on my New York shit

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 shit

I'm too established, word to Gavy/Gavin, do more damage

Too bad it's, over for anyone of you who been lackin', flyest Disney Aladdin

God send me a Jasminе, my business is crackin' so

She gon’ get G-Wagon and tеnnis shoes matchin’

[?] and fashion

Beginnin' still, tryna get revenge and I’m laughin', dissin' Tiller is madness

Dissin' 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, for these niggas with X

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

Now I ain't finna be wack, nigga

[Chorus: Bryson Tiller]

I'm on my KY shit (Don't wait on that shit)

I'm on my KY shit (Yeah, yeah)

I'm on my KY shit

Too smooth, true, that's KY shit

[Verse 2: Julius Keith]

Woah, I elevated

Never stressed, no rest, couple of smacks, it's premeditated

Swanny send me the text, I connect in the West we waitin'

I promise that if we correct then it's to the death, that shit crazy, I got this

Reachin' 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 shit out my mind, I just speak in private

Wait, you been wishin' me the worst, niggas 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, what

We can leave the story untold, no one will say shit

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 Katniss Everdeen, Tiller or Harlow

Who dealin' with the sorrows, two million hit tomorrow

Niggas 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, niggas can't stop this

But when they play my shit, it's on some KY shit

Hey

[Chorus: Bryson Tiller]

I'm on my KY shit (Don't wait on that shit)

I'm on my KY shit (Yeah, yeah)

I'm on my KY shit, too smooth, true, that's KY shit

I'm really

[Outro: DJ EDub]

Fuck ass niggas

Acti like DJ EDub ain't got these motherfuckin' streets on lock

Can't you see? Ayy, got your goddamn attention, get familiar, suckas