Kaizër - Threw a Fit

(Mm, yuh, aye, AYE)
(Ayo mellow turn it up!)
Yo girl hit on me and she threw a fit
Dont Swing On me, Kaizer be throwing fists
Last time you seen me, I was walking with yo bitch
You pulled outta gun, shot at me but you missed
If I pull out mine you'd be dead for awhile
Finna slide up on yo block and put yo homies in a pile
We keep em' on deck with they addy on file
We on our way bro, lowkey hostile
You say you keep a blicky, but it aint in yo pocket (pocket)
You trying to make me scared while im over her making profit (profit, profit)
I love making music mother fuckers telling me to stop it
They talking like sum faggots but they never came out the closet (out the closet)
Talkin' out his neck like a parrot on his shoulder
She my biggest fan, making me sign like two hundred posters
You know I keep it wet, aint no need for any coasters
All my homies keep it strapped (pew pew) we composers
Yo girl hit on me and she threw a fit
Dont Swing On me, Kaizer be throwing fists
Last time you seen me, I was walking with yo bitch
You pulled outta gun, shot at me but you missed
If I pull out mine you'd be dead for awhile
Finna slide up on yo block and put yo homies in a pile
We keep em' on deck with they addy on file
We on our way bro, lowkey hostile
I still hear you in my bed you bitchin' and bitchin' (yea you bitchin')
And I know you in yo bed still wishin' and wishin' (yea you wishin')
That it all woulda' worked out but you kept hittin' (you kept hittin')
But you aint the only one ill keep dissin' and dissin'
I hope you trapped in heaven, and you hope im trapped in hell
Cuz all yo momma told u is that I would end up in jail (end up in jail)
You really fuckin' fumbled, you really fuckin' failed (you fuckin' failed)
And its funny cuz Kaizer lived to tell the fuckin' tale (he told the tale)
Yo girl hit on me and she threw a fit
Dont Swing On me, Kaizer be throwing fists
Last time you seen me, I was walking with yo bitch
You pulled outta gun, shot at me but you missed
If I pull out mine you'd be dead for awhile
Finna slide up on yo block and put yo homies in a pile
We keep em' on deck with they addy on file
We on our way bro, lowkey hostile

Written by:
Ayden Kaiser

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