yxngkai - no kizzy Lyrics

(What the fuck)
One thing no kizzy, you slide if you with me (What)
We drop from the top, we be dropping 180 (Yuh)
You die for a bitch then six feet where you should be
First year in this game but don't call me a rookie
Lie at me fool then you boutta get popped
Smoke where he lay, but I'm not from New York (Pah)
Like Fivio we going dumb on this shit
All this red on his face, he allergic to crips

New shit new bag, long-awaited
New crib, more stacks, still we hated
Don't fuck with no fakes, we gon slam on the brakes
And gon and then say that we made it (Haha, bitch)
Deuce shit, better talk to my face (Huh)
Not no rat better give me my space (Pah)
Leaving him slump, thirty days on the run
Do not fuck with me less you want catch this damn fade

Man, I'm tired of y'all fuckers
Thinking I ain't this I ain't that
Bitch what the fuck you talking bout
Y'all already know man
Holy shit like

(What the fuck)
One thing no kizzy, you slide if you with me (What)
We drop from the top, we be dropping 180 (Yuh)
You die for a bitch then six feet where you should be
First year in this game but don't call me a rookie
Lie at me fool then you boutta get popped
Smoke where he lay, but I'm not from New York (Pah)
Like Fivio we going dumb on this shit
All this red on his face, he allergic to crips

It do not matter, I'm still gonna pull up and leave them all scattered
I feel like the one who delivering chatters
Is only as real as the one with the dagger (Aye)
I'm still out here spazzing on shit (Huh)
With a brand new piece on my hip
So fuck what they say (What)
I'mma still finna pull up with thirty-two bands in this whip (Huh)

Switched up think he run it but he don't (What)
Fake bitch think he bout it but he won't
Slide for his mans (Huh)
He done got other plans
Like backstabbing his blood on his own (Aye)
Trap queen two phones Baby Keem (What)
Up next got em feening like I'm lean
All they see these days is the green
No, I'm the one I got blessed with the genes (Yuh)

Man last things last
I'm tired of y'all man
Y'all keep fucking with me
Stop playing with me bitch
Last thing

(What the fuck)
One thing no kizzy, you slide if you with me (What)
We drop from the top, we be dropping 180 (Yuh)
You die for a bitch then six feet where you should be
First year in this game but don't call me a rookie
Lie at me fool then you boutta get popped
Smoke where he lay, but I'm not from New York (Pah)
Like Fivio we going dumb on this shit
All this red on his face, he allergic to crips