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)