ONO KingTez - The KT Show

It's the KT Show, let's go
A real A's Israelite, finna walk through the door
Big booty, bitch, put that ass to the floor
I ain't throwin' no money and she already know
Little kid, I was stealin' condoms out the store
No heat on, I had to warm up with a coat
If I ever go off to the cage, then I gotta run it up
By the load, don't fold
Count cash til my thumbs get numb
No food, I had to eat every crumb
Skipped every class, I ain't even go to lunch
Then I picked up a piece, now every meal punched
When I get rich, they gon' be left in the dust
Don't step too close, Nigga, cause I smell must
You crazy
Bitch, it's the KT Show, let's go
You know this shit get wild, bitch
She make it clap, what's that
Oouu, KT might just bring it back
These niggas so lame, wanna come steal a rap
But go bar for bar, no, they ain't gon' do that
And I'm servin' off pills like I'm fresh out the trap
No safety, I'm runnin' it back
And the bullets a hundred attack
And y'all niggas ain't ready for that
They can fuck the government and fuck the president
Bitch, I'm on all of that
New number, new day, I ain't callin' back
And I go get the rack, I need all the racks
A family to be, so Im moving the pack
If he try to rob me, he ain't gon' make it back
Lord Willing the Glock, don't jam
But if this bitch bustin', it must be a ham
These niggas show guns but they just for the gram
KT be droppin' some knowledge
I finished high school, but I ain't go to college
These niggas is weird, why they nails be polished
These niggas get rich and they empty they wallet
You payin' for pussy, they fuck in your pocket
She ask for a purse, I take off like a rocket, I bet
If I go broke, then I'm still gon' be blessed
Can't laugh at a poor nigga, you can be next
Talk to the highest, he hand out the test
This not true religion, the truth in effect
Open your eyes, or else get put to rest
When I'm pickin', these women its more than just sex
I bet all my exes still missin' me
Got her in submission like Mr. T
Its deeper than Guts when she feelin' me
Talkin' my shit, I can't give out the recipe
It's the KT show, let's go
A real Israelite finna walk through the door
Big booty, bitch, put that ass to the floor
I ain't throwin' no money, and she already know
Lil' kid, I was stealin' condoms out the store
No heat on I had to warm with the coat
If I ever go off to the cage
Then I gotta run it up by the load, don't fold

Written by:
Kortez Streeter

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