Kwame

Lyrics

[Chorus: RJ Payne] Ahh, I'ma hit you with the Bombay Cup full of liquor like I'm Kanye Fuckin' with my niggas, you the entrée Polka-dot you with the blicka, now you Kwame [Verse 1: RJ Payne] See, I ain't even snap yet Caught a million off of PayPal, that's a rap check Fact check, clocked in, I ain't leave the trap yet Whip a gram, tell Instagram I need a black check Woo, I graduated to great One hand on the Lincoln, navigated the hate Diss me? What you thinkin'? Rappers made a mistake Want the stairway to heaven? This ladder safer to take (ahh) I let the Uzi bubble, that's my new rebuttal Bitch, I'm in my bag, yeah, the Louis duffel Rollin' Blueberry Kush, blowin' Fruity Pebbles The dog fly, pit bull with the Gucci muzzle (ahh) Know the vibes, nigga, know the vibes Hands up, hold 'em high, nigga, hold 'em high Shotgun to your back, baby, no reply I been choppin' bricks in the trap, word to Cobra Kai Payne [Chorus] I'ma hit you with the Bombay Cup full of liquor like I'm Kanye Fuckin' with my niggas, you the entrée Polka-dot you with the blicka, now you Kwame [Verse 2: Sunnie Blac] We gon' fuck the city up, ridin' like giddy-up Shit we spit notorious, gon' wake Biggie up Bitch, I'm a bad boy, you better hit Diddy up Ride like them Outlawz, I'm talkin' when we hit em up Watch how I switch it up, like a nigga lane-changin' In and out of shit, tryna get it 'cause I ain't waitin' I'ma grab some work, break it down like a fraction It's crazy how I'm gettin' addition just from subtraction Yeah, I'm tryna max it, and I ain't talkin' Nissan Watch how this pistol go and talk like it's [?] Yeah, these niggas lame, and they actin' like felines Come into that sect, I get to rushin' like a D line I'ma fuck your bitch and I'm gon' treat her like she lame You can't get mad, gotta charge it to the game Threw some shots and I missed, charge it to my aim Next time, I split his wig, I'ma charge it to his frame [Chorus] I'ma hit you with the Bombay Cup full of liquor like I'm Kanye Fuckin' with my niggas, you the entrée Polka-dot you with the blicka, now you Kwame [Verse 3: RJ Payne] Check, ahh I'm at your doorstep, war vet Four hammers singin' at the same time, quartet The bully back, bitch I'm fully strapped like a corset Third-degree, give you 33 like I'm Dorsett Jeah, absolutely, I'm the man Ratchets comin' out the shirt, like I'm Boosie on the 'gram Coupe or the sedan, somethin' goofy in my hand Three Ks, nigga could've got recruited by the klan, ahh [Verse 4: Sunnie Blac] Movin' through the trenches, tryna get it off that whip Lookin' softer than a Pamper when he see I got some shit The fellas I roll with? Yeah, I'll tell you later, jit Judge sentence you to death when I'm spittin', when I'm shittin' All paper, plus I'm movin' with it Frontin' like a postman Bullets, they gon' hit him in his neck like a chokeslam I been on the block for a minute, I'm the dopeman My service is drugs, tryna get it off this coke plan Chea [Chorus] I'ma hit you with the Bombay Cup full of liquor like I'm Kanye Fuckin' with my niggas, you the entrée Polka-dot you with the blicka, now you Kwame V-V-V-V-V-Vettrax