KOTA Lyrics – POUYA & South Strip
Hey, hey
Born to *** for this ***, ay
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, okay
I was born to *** for this ***, like, for real
My life is a movie, DVD, that *** for sale
*** ’bout what you heard, *** ’bout what you tell
It’s just me and gang, kings of the [?]
All gas, no brakes, pop off, propane
White girl, ***, caked up nose rangs, uh
I remember chillin’, doin’ hoodrat *** with friends
These niggas [?], I don’t wanna make amends
Underground Underdogs finna pop *** like confetti
Locked and load, [?] I had to get my blicky ready
Ho, before I die, I hope that I can reach a million subs
You and I, our lives are really ***’ juxtaposed
That *** been obsessed with me, to me, she just a stupid ho
Always tryna call a *** on a bunch of different phones
I’m with Shwinnis, not Joe Biden
*** that ho, she lyin’
Keep that pipe on me, got iron
He got cancelled, that boy lyin’
Oops, I just put the juice in my veins, I’m not Bruce
I just feel like Bane, put the pain in the booth
Suipsycho brain, blow my brains out the woosh
She a freak, tie her up, she got turned on by the noose
I was born to *** for this ***, like, for real
My life is a movie, DVD, that *** for sale
*** ’bout what you heard, *** ’bout what you tell
It’s just me and gang, kings of the [?]
I was sixteen, I was sellin’ that ***
[?] shift, had me wipin’ those floors
I was sellin’ them eighths in the middle of my break
Got a lot on my plate, but you know how it go
She said it’s fake, I said, “Like, baby, I’m feelin’ the same way, but look at the odds”
She wanna play, I just want vacays and couple of babies [?]
I need my plate, I keep my family locked and [?]
Push came to shove and that *** was just whoopin’ my ass
Now I’m tryna push *** just to start
Pushin’ that *** ’til the limit, my limit been limitless
[?] in the stimulus
[?] away, but I cannot get into that (Shh, hush)
So, baby, cut into this
Thirty in my 40, I got two, them jawns akimbo
Caught your homie goin’ in his crib, then turned him to indo
K clip curl look nice as *** when spittin’ out my window
Twenty nickels hit his face, now they keep askin’, “Where his sins go?”
Blood all on his kinfolk, oops, it’s on a lil’ opp ***
Known for catchin’ fades with everybody, ’cause I don’t got picks
Eli Manning with the package, known to make rock flip
Shwinny pull up from a distance, no Ben Simmons, I will not miss (Shh)
I was born to *** for this ***, like, for real
I’m somethin’ like a role model, I feel like Uncle Phil (Yuh)
I just popped a pill, I’ll let you know how I feel
***, I’m spinnin’ like Yoshimitsu, I’m drinkin’ like I had gills
Back pockets stuffed with bills, got me dancin’ like Eddy Gordo
Strippers beggin’ me for photos ’cause I look so ***’ gorgeous (Yuh)
She sucked my *** and now she feel like she important
Yeah, my whip imported, ***, you know I could afford it
I was born to *** for this ***, like, for real
My life is a movie, DVD, that *** for sale
*** ’bout what you heard, *** ’bout what you tell
It’s just me and gang, kings of the [?]
