Kapow

[Intro: Twentywrld]

This nigga didn't do shit bro, like, shut yo—

(I will always love you)

(He's-Real!)

[Verse 1: Smokingskul]

Looking for beef, nigga, I don't squash shit, yeah (Bitch ass up)

What? Nigga gon' die lit tryna moshpit

He saw the AR, he said, "Aw shit" (He's real!)

He saw the AR and he ran (Ran)

Niggas be tweeting, call 'em Kan

I track his IP, get 'em banned

Bitch, this MAC go, "Kabam" (He's real!)

Bitch, this MAC go, "Kapow"

Niggas be fake flexing like Bow Wow

Bitch, I'm scamming the disabled, I gotta get it somehow (He's real!)

Bitch, I'm cooking up that rock, make a nigga raise his eyebrow (Yeah)

How you a hood nigga sayin', "Please?"

Say you gon' rob me, but you Chinese

I'm off the fake Percs' doing high-knees

These niggas fell off, Thouxanbanfauni

He tried to rob me, I said, "Nani?"

This not a musical like—This not a musical like Annie

That nigga a bust like Kwame

What? I just bought my Glock a BBL

My name Sean, nigga, not Emmanuel

Bitch, I'm a Communist, I feel like Fidel

Bitch, I beat up that pack, Chuck Liddell

Stick in my hand, I can cast any spell

I'm turning Mexican with the taco shell

Held back three times, but I'm not ESL

[Interlude]

You hop on any of them niggas beats, and you fuck with me, I'm not fuckin' with you, nigga (He's real!)

[Verse 2: Rx Papi]

When I'm in the kitchen, get the fuck out the way

I up the glick and beat the fuck out ya face

I can never get a job at minimum wage

To stretch a slab, I know ten different ways (He's real!)

Papi go Breaking Bad in the kitchen

Told auntie, "Bring the bags to the kitchen"

I'm cooking up Steve Nash in the kitchen

They kicked his door, I'm out the side window (He's real!)

It's a gun in the car if Papi riding in it

You ain't knowing yo' block, you just hiding in it

I pay my lil' nigga to slide

It's a cold world, they put that fire to you (He's real!)

I sold more dope then OJ Da Juiceman

Big ass chain like OJ Da Juiceman

I crack a pint, then mix the juice in

Auntie seeing me, she said, "Pap, where you been?"

Spent a rap deal on a Cuban

I blew a quarter pound in one session

I chop the legs on ya top stepper

.556s stop you from stepping

Better think twice 'fore you step in my section

Knock ya head off if you want ya necklace

When you up the glick, ain't no second guessing

This not a workout, we finna stretch him