Lil Quettie - Karate (feat. War Ready Wan)

Kick witcha bitch and ain’t talking karate
My bitches be bad and you know they got body
They stay on they shit mane you know they exotic
You know I’m the shit imma need me a potty
Watch these lil niggas you know that they copy
Lately been feeling like no one can stop me
Mane I’m so cocky, she suck on my cocky
You know that she nasty her head be so sloppy
Chop this bitch up boy it feels like Karate
Bitch I'm the goat got me feeling like Ali
I am Wan Gotti they say that I'm cocky
You thin on ice but I'm skating like hockey
This is Givenchy I don't wear Huaraches
I got hungry so I went to hibachi
Moving this weight and I don't got an army
I take a trip and I land in the tropics
Smoking on tropics
Smoking on frooties
My bitch she so boujee, yea yea
My team we be winning, yo team you be losing
Your roster is filled up with nothing but goofies
These bitches be choosing, they see I’m so groovy
That's yo main bitch but to us she a groupie
Run up on me then you know imma lose it
We toting big sticks, just like call of duty
I pop a pill then I'm headed to Venus
I play with racks boy I feel like Serena
Know imma boss just by my demeanor
Hot as a heater iced out like a freezer
Her pussy wet boy it feel like Katrina
She did a split on the dick like she Trina
Smoking on keisha, while fucking on keisha
Smack down a hoe just like I’m Batista
Kick witcha bitch and ain’t talking karate
My bitches be bad and you know they got body
They stay on they shit mane you know they exotic
You know I’m the shit imma need me a potty
Watch these lil niggas you know that they copy
Lately been feeling like no one can stop me
Mane I’m so cocky, she suck on my cocky
You know that she nasty her head be so sloppy
I'm smoking cookies I got to have flavors
I'm talking shit like I'm running for mayor
The way that I talk you can tell Imma playa
Just put yo bitch up if she bad imma take her
I put them racks on my back like it's class
This is my lifestyle you wish that you had
Look at you niggas I swear that you glass
Adding this money it feels like it's math
Hop in this coupe this that digital dash
I ran it up now these niggas is mad
Addicted to money a fiend for the cash
I'm in first place and you niggas in last
You know I’m on point like some clippers
I hang around bosses my team we some winners
Cut off a hoe and I don’t need no scissors
Make magic like Wizards, I ball like the Wizards, Ugh
If you want smoke then you gone get ya issue
Gone wipe ya nose where you don’t need no tissue
All bout them digits I’m all bout the figures
Them packs imma flip em them racks imma get em

Written by:
Darrius Spencer

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