ONO KingTez - Dos Cocineros (feat. Aharon Yisrael)

Chopping up shit like I work at Carrabba's
Fucked on this bitch, now she calling me papa
Ain't buying you shit, little bitch, go ask your mama
Focus on a bag, cause I want them three commas
V8 on the engine, bro, they ain't gon' stop us
Fuck the police, nigga, that's what I holla
Can't hang around no bitch that just be pulling collars
Take care of my niece, nigga, KT God father
Unh, unh, let's get it
Clean off the all-black tee an its fitted
Used to be broke with the hoes, no digits
Now a nigga cuffed with the pros, that's living
Came across your first bag and you spent it
I came across my first bag and I flipped it
The bag wasn't snowed, but the bitch still sniffed it
Get up off your ass, little nigga, stop bitching
Go get your paper up
But still keep your spirit high, demons, they creep inside
Cause they want you, peace deprived
The demons can't bully me, I cause the demon cries
He ready, they see it in my eyes
But I still keep the element of surprise
KT been talking like he went mega-mind
Better recognize I see through the lies
Patience with all of my people, it's gon' be a time
Where it's gon' be some stepping
Too many bodies, no more reverans
Blood shed for my people, the 12 gates of heaven
My Ahki, said, it's bout presence
I swallow my pride, then I made the confession
I walked as the devil, then made some correction
You ain't my ken, so you ain't in this section
Let's go
Chopping up shit like I work at Carrabba's
Fucked on this bitch, now she calling me papa
Ain't buying you shit, little bitch, go ask your mama
Focused on the bad, cause I want them three commas
V8 on the engine, bro, they ain't gon' stop us
Fuck the police, nigga, that's what I holla
Can't hang around no bitch that's just pulling collars
Take care of my niece, nigga, KT God father
Go to the trenches to commune with the robbers
Raising the dead, I been healing my body
Lifting their weights, these shrooms bow flex
Ain't no shortage of the product, but can make a bow stretch
Had a talk with my dukes , she like, son what's next
What's the job of the sun when it's showing it's shining
CB said like diamonds
Got the ear to the streets like I walk with a siren
Timing Value ain't never declining
Get on they level, gotta get off my mountain
Power, God body, ain't no stoping
More power than a Ranger, I link with my body
Slider, steps too smooth, no capitol
We cha, cha, slide, he Casper
Poof, gone, I get a whistle, it's on
KT come rolling that stone
Ricky get rude, he don't talk over phones
Just ate a shroom, I'm rapping on the moon
Real sky walker, more motion then Luke
Write a letter to the plug, I appreciate you
As a young nigga Dukes doing the best she can do, I ain't get off no dribble
But I hopped out the stu

Written by:
Kortez Streeter

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