BreeKay X Kasairi - Costco (feat. Adriel Cruz)

Do you want to take it out on me, on me
Do you want to take it out on, o-o-o-on me
Do you want to take it out, take it out, take it, take it
Baby please don't take it out on me, on me
Do you want to take it out on me, on me
Do you want to take it out on, o-o-o-on me
Do you want to take it out, take it out, take it, take it
Baby please don't take it out on me, on, on me
Everybody want to overhype
But I'm so over hype
They be saying you two are so tight
Would they think same thing if the two of us were guys
They might but
People like, "Let's collab"
We give them a rate, and they never come back
Or they do, but their music is wack
Sounds like a girl made the beat for that track, ha
All the dudes keep asking me why I don't sample
I told them I don't work at Costco or at Sam's Club
No I'm just kidding, but while we're on the subject of sampling
If you're gonna take somebody else's idea
Either pay for it, or make it better please
Got dudes trying to pass off my stuff as their own
And I'm pretty sure they won't ever hear this song, but
Giving good ideas is a bad one
Keep them for yourself in case you never hear an outcome
Let's be real, you probably won't
Do they know what they're doing
They probably don't
So your work ends up on an average song
And it sucks, but whatever, you learn and move on, homie
And please stop with the name dropping, homie
Bruno said it best, don't brag about it, show me
Show people some integrity, just because you know them
Doesn't mean when it comes time to pay you don't owe them
I'm not trying to take shots, I don't drink
Don't need liquid to get courage to speak on these things
You don't got to double tap to get some honesty from me
If the shoe fits change it, don't get angry, please
Do you want to take it out on me, on me
Do you want to take it out on, o-o-o-on me
Do you want to take it out, take it out, take it, take it
Baby please don't take it out on me, on me
Do you want to take it out on me, on me
Do you want to take it out on, o-o-o-on me
Do you want to take it out, take it out, take it, take it
Baby please don't take it out on me, on, on me
You want to sample me, want to sample this beat
Trying to convince me that you can come with the heat
You can turn it, flip it, and make it sound different
Just don't put my name on it because I didn't
Give you permission and I just got to be real
Why you trying to be George Foreman on the grill
Well I'm tired of your cooking with a side of wack sauce
Adding fuel to the fire, you can say I'm gassed up
Ghostride the whip
'cause I'm like E-40
Tell me when to go, tell me when to go, go
Enough with the minor league amateurs thinking they got home run hits
But will never go pro
Dudes be like, "You so cold"
And I be like, "Your beats so old"
"This is real Hip-Hop"
It ain't real Hip-Hop, if it was real Hip-Hop, it'd be real Hip-Hop
Now it's my turn and I really wish it wasn't
Coming for you cats, but I hope it really doesn't
Make you super salty
Or even worse, even worse, call me
Talking all that nonsense, making non-hits
At your mom's crib
Trying to tell me, tell me to cop it
Don't worry about me 'cause I got this
You chopping, you screwing up the music game
You claiming you moving, but it all sounds the same
No offense to the ones that be doing their thing
Going ham, going cray
'Cause I'm only throwing shade at the ones who got no business in this business
I've lawyered up, presented my case
Now can I get a witness
Do you want to take it out on me, on me
Do you want to take it out on, o-o-o-on me
Do you want to take it out, take it out, take it, take it
Baby please don't take it out on me, on me
Do you want to take it out on me, on me
Do you want to take it out on, o-o-o-on me
Do you want to take it out, take it out, take it, take it
Baby please don't take it out on me, on, on me
Low key Hollywood like I'm Gary Busey
(Honey I'm home)
Singing like Ricky I'm dancing like Lucy
Keyboard warriors typing viciously thinking that they knew me
But I love my haters, I like helping those who continue losing
Beat so bananas, Bree and K stay Chiquita
Got my tommy like Aaliyah, get my pizza from La Villa
While you faking like Madea, I got muchos alegria
'Cause I'm following the leader, while you're sitting in your silla
Bilingual like Leguizamo
Shirt from the 80's like yo te amo
They trying to cuff me up like book 'em Danno
Got a lot of quacks, but they duck like Donald
In the face of their actions
Looking for satisfaction
And they chasing and passing
I stay everlasting while busting a back spin
And a lot of these young-ins should focus on something and get their life
You cannot see truth when it's hard to see straight like Maury's wife
Tic tac toe, straight up A's, honor roll
No meat up on their bones while they typing that like they swole
These haters see me and they straight up pause like a comma's curve
These critics got a lot to say 'cause I get on they nerves
(I'm sorry you hate me, I just)
I mean
Don't be mad at me
Just, just be better
We just want you to be better
Use a different sample or something
I'm kidding don't be mad

Written by:
Adriel Cruz, Brenda Kohn, Marissa Torres

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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