Dave East - KD lyrics

rate me

(Verse)

Beg yo pardon, I ain't at the garden, I'm a Harlem nigga, I'm at Dyckman

My favorite shooter had to switch states, tryin' to stay low from inditements

I been the same nigga since diapers, same nigga wit no license

Same nigga caught the train nigga, nah I'm gettin' brain from yo wifey

Ya need a pass just to come 'round, I need that Rollie, face bust down

Tryin' to chill cause it's Ramadan but I kill these niggas when that sun down

I ain't coolin' less gun round, ya can lose yo life ova one pound

Take my time in the trap stressin', I'm baggin up in a rush now

Fuck what ya thought, this not LA, so we ain't drivin' by, we gon' pull up and park

Catch ya at the light, make it get dark, in the night when bitches takin' it off

I'm just tryin' to get my caked up, my bitch bad wit no makeup

Gunnin' for ya, got a hungry lawyer, go up in the court and chew the case up

Bully probably pull a rafe up, I been thinkin' bout that ghost shit

I'm retarded when it comes to cops, on my mama I don't know shit

On my mama I done sold nicks, not a liar, neva sold bricks

If they raid the crib nigga, don't snitch, everybody get it, I got no picks

(Hook x2)

Trey pounds, that's a KD

Pray to God they don't take me

Rolex or a A.P, 226 wit no safety

Get some work, hit the road

We was hustlin' in the Cove

Feel it when it hit yo nose

Wakin' up wit different hoes

(Verse 2)

Trey pound, that's a KD

I ain't showin' up if they don't pay me

Been nice since gay key, these bitches on to me lately

Tellin' me that I look good, tellin' me that I smell nice

This why I sell sour D, still on my moms for that bail price

Play ball and I played the trap, I can tell ya what them scales like

Had a celly wit a bunk bed, I can tell ya what them jails like

Cop shit before we hit the streets, ya still waitin' for that sell price

Stepped on and get dismissed, we like big fish, talkin' whale type

45 that's a come back, east river where they dump that

Bed breakfast on Linox Ave, got a flight to Vegas, where lunch at

My young'n got it, he can pump that, my homie hit it, I don't want that

Hate a bitch that neva got here own, always askin' niggas where the blunts at

33 that's a Scot Pip, foreign bitch up in the drop six

Thinkin' when I couldn't cop shit, I would trap in Queens, Fetty Wap shit

Rockstar need a moshpit, live a thug life on some Pac shit

Fly nigga need a cockpit, ya ain't fuckin' with me, ya can watch this

(Hook x2)