Kentucky Shit

Lyrics

[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