Kako Da Kaveman - Crooked Letter (feat. Skateboard Maserati)

All these bitches getting down on the floor
On the floor
All these bitches getting down on the floor
On the floor
All these bitches getting down on the floor
On the floor
All these bitches getting down on the floor
On the floor
You can M I crooked letter crooked letter miss me with that bullshit
Really ain't a killer but please don't make me do it
I got a bad temper please just cool it
Nigga like me Don't care get ruthless
Nigga off of vine go crazy go stupid
Nigga ain't a gangster he ain't really tryna shoot shit
Me and mines solid Swear to god the whole crew lit
This 40 do magic when shit getting tricky
Glock 26 and the blue face crispy
And we on get back please don't miss me
I'm still moving smooth when the shit look sticky
Thumbing through faces you know that I love it
Spend it Nieman's you know it ain't nothing
I got the opps in the air I'm like fuck it
Shit will get crazy you better not tuck it
You better not tuck it he pass I up it
I see you I do this I really be dumping
The blood it be gushing I see you was flooding
Your homies be running when we get to rushing
Ice cold like a Russian rolling a Russian
Gas got me stumbling rumbling bumbling
Ali in the ring when you pull it be punching
In other words it be bussing
I keep on rolling like fuck it
Pass it to brodie he up it
Yeah yeah
We gone get em no discussion
We gone beat the repercussions
Skateboard skateboard
Pull up sliming and you know that it's Mazi
Dumb bitch got a Glock and it's Siamese
Big pack get front like lineman
He ain't right big pole don't try him
Thick bitch get fucked no lying
Get smacked then I'm right at her bestfriend
Big pole no Smith and Wesson
And you know I drop bands in the check in
Call me Kako Akuma get punched like in Tekken
If he talking bout guns 187
I'm a spin and come back just to teach em a lesson
Just show i how do when a nigga come test me
No chances no seconds red dot to his melon
Please say your blessings we send em to heaven
I pull out the weapon boy get to stressing
He get to sweating he duck for protection
Death start to set in hollows start fetching
Go get a box a black suit we gone dress em
Ducking a sentence i get to stepping
They calling my name but i am not present
All these bitches getting down on the floor
On the floor
All these bitches getting down on the floor
On the floor
All these bitches getting down on the floor
On the floor
All these bitches getting down on the floor
On the floor
You can M I crooked letter crooked letter miss me with that bullshit
Really ain't a killer but please don't make me do it
I got a bad temper please just cool it
A nigga like me Don't care get ruthless
Like the nigga of a vine Go crazy go stupid
Nigga ain't a gangster he ain't really tryna shoot shit
Me and mines solid Swear to god the whole crew lit

Written by:
kyle moore, Shaion Blanton

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