Kylo - Ky-lo's Disposition
Let's goMake a Bitch wet, like water no melon
Ski mask beat, but the nigga ain't a felon
Got 30 on me, but I don't mean a weapon
Nigga got heat like the south east, Tell it
Niggas ride the wave because it's easier than making
All these lyrics I'm creating
Be done have some writers shaking
Leave steady contemplating
Dog em like I'm Finn with Jake and
Ride off in my Lil Yachty
Like Tay-K, I do the Racing
Pop off on the flow, Like I smoked the competition
If you didn't know this is Ky-lo's Disposition
I can set the tone, pipe a chick like train pistons
Turn around the other way, baby girl has switched positions
Gimme little more, let me spear my opposition
Have these brothers praise the Lord, went from Hood to talking Christian
I can slay on any flow
Like the Knight when seeing kittens
Man this beat is getting cold, but my bars can be the mittens
Gotta lie to most, truth is too much for these Bitches
Even as a pro, still a rookie cuz I'm missing
Pieces of my soul, man I'm drowning in my limits
Wanna get out like parole, but I'm too stuck in commitments
Dancing with the devils, while these angels cherry-picking
And my shawty from Kentucky, told her she was finger licking
Outta Splace, the EP, coming soon time's ticking
Never miss on all these verses, fast ball playing cricket
Sticky situation like some Jelly on a Biscuit
Blink once and then you missed it
Blink twice you come up missing
All the haters I've been having, well my ass they all can kiss it
I don't pause shit, I play it, Like I'm Adam Sandler clicking
Punching all these tickets, like a ferris wheel, spinning
This is only the Beginning
Niggas hate to see you winning
I can tell a little story, you can call it painting pictures
I don't wanna be the present, cuz my legend's getting bigger
Had to switch the flow again, you thought it was the ending
Poking instrumentals, cuz this shit is never ending
Have producers mending
And other rappers trembling
My Godzilla verse will be another patent pending
I'm packing up these lyrics like a blunt, that's how I'm sending
Every little bit of message, until your head falls off, excessive
Dr Dre told me Express it
And trust I got the lesson
I'm shooting verbal bullets faster than a Smith & Wesson
So please don't come and test it
My Gangsta ain't for stepping
I come with lethal weapons, Dissection is my Method
Cut it up, dice it down, trust I'll leave them headless
If they think they wanna battle when they step into my section
A cavalcade of verses, add this one to the collection
Having everyone who listens, wonder "How'd you catch your breath?"
And "How'd you get into the Game?"
I ask them "Why you asking Questions?"
I just do it cuz I want to, at least that's my Recollection.
Written by:
Malachi Linen
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