KitKat

[Intro: Young Nudy & Jamie Foxx]

(Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?)

Mmh, mmh, mmh (Yeah, okay)

[Chorus]

Nothin' but them silent shooters, I got deadly assassins

Catch him a body, come pick up this paper

Sometimes I keep it, they say it's a favor

Put 'em on a feat for poppin' a hater (Yes, sir)

I remember I was poppin' for flavors, talkin' 'bout gas, right? (Yeah)

Yeah, kickdoor, Slimeball, I'm with that

Hit a door, hit the stick, bitch got a kickback (Ooh)

Gettin' this money, my nigga, I get that (Yeah)

Glad that I'm rappin', they know that I'm with that (Yeah)

Rollin' up rapper, you know that that bitch pack (Yeah, bitch pack), bitch ass nigga (Hahaha)

Talkin' 'bout some smoke but they can't get they get back (Nah)

See me in person, you niggas ain't with that (Nah)

Brеak in this bitch with a muhfuckin' Kit Kat, hahahaha, yeah (Yes, sir)

[Verse 1]

Why you flexin' fivе thousand dollars? (Flexin' five thousand), you ain't got no racks

Nigga can't even post a fuckin' ten (Can't even post a fuckin' ten), talkin' 'bout some fuckin' stacks

And you talkin' 'bout killin' (Man, you talkin' 'bout killin'?), boy, you kiddin', you ain't 'bout all that

Boy, it take like twenty just to spin (It take like twenty), you ain't fuckin' with that (Swear)

You don't wanna beef with none of my twins, should've been the same blood like kin

Shit, girl, you gon' do what I would've did (Phew, what you doin'?)

Bust a nigga head, leave him where he should've been

Hangin' out the window, nigga spin a bend

Rich Shooter shit, yeah, kickin' in, y'all nigga ridin' 'round in the pen'

Yeah, nigga broke, nigga can't win

Yeah, your folk dead, playin' once again

Can't even buy bullets, nigga pussy

Duckin' from me, runnin', nigga big pussy

Should've told you Slimeball not pussy

Everybody rockin' with him ain't pussy (Yeah), fuck you talkin' 'bout? Nigga

[Chorus]

Nothin' but them silent shooters, I got deadly assassins

Catch him a body, come pick up this paper

Sometimes I keep it, they say it's a favor

Put 'em on a feat for poppin' a hater (Yes, sir)

I remember I was poppin' for flavors, talkin' 'bout gas, right? (Yeah)

Yeah, kickdoor, Slimeball, I'm with that

Hit a door, hit the stick, bitch got a kickback (Ooh)

Gettin' this money, my nigga, I get that (Yeah)

Glad that I'm rappin', they know that I'm with that (Yeah)

Rollin' up rapper, you know that that bitch pack (Yeah, bitch pack), bitch ass nigga (Hahaha)

Talkin' 'bout some smoke but they can't get they get back (Nah)

See me in person, you niggas ain't with that (Nah)

Break in this bitch with a muhfuckin' Kit Kat, hahahaha, yeah (Yes, sir)

[Verse 2]

Karate chop with the stick and I'm choppin' up shit, man, these niggas ain't ready for this (Ready for that)

I mob in the street and we cleanin' the streets, ain't no evidence, nigga, we doin' this shit (Doin' this shit)

That mafia shit, niggas sendin' them hits, no stopping this shit, get ready to quit (Yeah)

We do resumé, we don't do the snitch (Yeah), you niggas was made, you made like a bitch (Made like a bitch)

The shit here is grown, this not for no kid, you still in the house, don't come on the porch (Come on the porch)

The folks outside, they knockin' out foes (Knockin' out foes), your blood hit the ground before you hit the floor (Damn)

You don't need to put no more stress on your folks, playin' with big Slime like hittin' the Pope (Hittin' the Pope)

Shot out the council, shot out the smoke (Yeah)

Ayy, just let it go

[Chorus]

Nothin' but them silent shooters, I got deadly assassins

Catch him a body, come pick up this paper

Sometimes I keep it, they say it's a favor

Put 'em on a feat for poppin' a hater (Yes, sir)

I remember I was poppin' for flavors, talkin' 'bout gas, right? (Yeah)

Yeah, kickdoor, Slimeball, I'm with that

Hit a door, hit the stick, bitch got a kickback (Ooh)

Gettin' this money, my nigga, I get that (Yeah)

Glad that I'm rappin', they know that I'm with that (Yeah)

Rollin' up rapper, you know that that bitch pack (Yeah, bitch pack), bitch ass nigga (Hahaha)

Talkin' 'bout some smoke but they can't get they get back (Nah)

See me in person, you niggas ain't with that (Nah)

Break in this bitch with a muhfuckin' Kit Kat, hahahaha, yeah (Yes, sir)