Mk47 - Go Kuu

All of my opps are broke, and you know that's a fact
Rizzy with me, he put shots in his back
From the 315, might put us on the map like
In the field, brodie movin' too tact
MTF Ron about to go for the sack
This shit off the top, so why would I cap?
Make 'em spin like a DJ, I ain't talkin' AK like
And I swear to god brodie go kuu with the stick
If we spot a opp, brodie start boomin' the bitch
Ain't no drugs but my shorty be movin' that shit
Going to spin on that on block, I ain't talkin' fidget
Gettin' the money, gettin' all them digits
I say what I want, not listening to critics
Brodie with me, he aim for your medulla
My shorty with me, she beggin' me to do her
She hop on my dick and ride it like a scooter
Fuckin' my bitch, her pussy fat like Buddha
Like what, hold on, like wait
Word to my mother, all my opps are wack
Gave you the addy, you still ain't spin that
And my brodie be totin' the gat
But Wooski, Zay, they still in my pack
You ain't about it, you don't tote a sitchy
Tell my opps just to come get up with me
Rizzy got Sally, Bolo got Brittany
Opps in the club, so you know it get mixy
Brodie stay with a tec, I had to shout out Ziggy
My bitch is fancy, I ain't talkin' Iggy
In the function, you know I get jiggy
She shakin' that shit, hypnotize me like Biggie
Brodie just told me to go drop a solo
Bdash with me, throwin' bullets like Romo
He pullin' the trigger and drew it like Cuomo
And if he in the picture, we crop him out the photo
Brodie be uppin' the glock
You know he never stop
Don't give a fuck about a cop
Brodie sweep you with the mop
If you talkin' too hot
Shoutout Rizzy, you know how he rock
Like damn
Xander get back for your man
Ayo Brett, you a bitch, you ran
Brodie sprayin' the opp with a glock like a tan
I'm so high off the deady, don't think I will land
Nah like what, ayo Breesy, they thought I was finished?
They know I be breaking records like I'm Guinness
I put dick in my bitch mouth just like a dentist
If I call up my bro, he pull up with a glock
My bitch bad, she be shakin' a lot
So I told her come over, come show me the twat
And just like Cardi, you know she be giving me WAP
If I call up my bitch, she smokin' on the opps
My bitch bad, she be giving me top like
Like what, she told me don't stop
If I fuck on my bitch, I make the pussy pop like
Zay caught a shot and you know he just dropped
If we catch him in traffic, you know he get rocked
Seen him on the ground, his breathing just stopped
And if he in the ROC, you know he gettin' popped
Going to spin on that on block, I ain't talkin' fidget
Gettin' the money, gettin' all them digits
I say what I want, not listening to critics
Brodie with me, he aim for your medulla
My shorty with me, she beggin' me to do her
She hop on my dick and ride it like a scooter
Fuckin' my bitch, her pussy fat like Buddha

Written by:
Michael Kavanagh

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