KitKat song and lyrics by Young Nudy
(Yo, Pi’erre, you wanna come out here?)
Uh-uh
Mmh, mmh, mmh (Yeah, okay)
Nothin’ but them silent shooters, I got deadly assassins
Catch him a body, come pick up this paper
Sometimes I keep it, they say it’s a favor
Put ’em on a fee for poppin’ a hater (Yes, sir)
I remember I was poppin’ for flavors, you talkin’ ’bout gas, right? (Yeah)
Yeah, kickdoor, Slimeball, I’m with that
Hit a door, hit the stick, *** got a kickback (Ooh)
Gettin’ this money, my ***, I get that (Yeah)
Glad that I’m rappin’, they know that I’m with that (Yeah)
Rollin’ up rapper, you know this that *** pack (Yeah, *** pack), *** ass *** (Hahaha)
Talkin’ ’bout some smoke but they can’t get they get back (Nah)
See me in person, you niggas ain’t with that (Nah)
Break in this *** with a muhfuckin’ Kit Kat, hahahaha, yeah (Yes, sir)
Why you flexin’ five thousand dollars? (Flexin’ five thousand), You ain’t got no racks
*** can’t even post a ***’ ten
(Can’t even post a ***’ ten), talkin’ ’bout some ***’ stacks
And you talkin’ ’bout killin’
(Man, you talkin’ ’bout killin’?), boy, you kiddin’, you ain’t ’bout all that
Boy, it take like twenty just to spend (It take like twenty)
You ain’t ***’ with that (Swear)
You don’t wanna beef with none of my twins
Should’ve been the same blood like kin
***, girl, you gon’ do what I would’ve did (Phew, what you doin’?)
Bust a *** head, leave him where he should’ve been
Hangin’ out the window, *** spin a bend
Rich Shooter ***, yeah, kickin’ in, y’all *** ridin’ ’round in the pen’
Yeah, *** broke, *** can’t win
Yeah, your folk dead, playin’ once again
Can’t even buy bullets, *** ***
Duckin’ from me, runnin’ from me, big ***
Should’ve told you Slimeball not ***
Everybody rockin’ with him ain’t *** (Yeah), *** you talkin’ ’bout? ***
Nothin’ but them silent shooters, I got deadly assassins
Catch him a body, come pick up this paper
Sometimes I keep it, they say it’s a favor
Put ’em on a fee for poppin’ a hater (Yes, sir)
I remember I was poppin’ for flavors, you talkin’ ’bout gas, right? (Yeah)
Yeah, kickdoor, Slimeball, I’m with that
Hit a door, hit the stick, *** got a kickback (Ooh)
Gettin’ this money, my ***, I get that (Yeah)
Glad that I’m rappin’, they know that I’m with that (Yeah)
Rollin’ up rapper, you know this that *** pack (Yeah, *** pack), *** ass *** (Hahaha)
Talkin’ ’bout some smoke but they can’t get they get back (Nah)
See me in person, you niggas ain’t with that (Nah)
Break in this *** with a muhfuckin’ Kit Kat, hahahaha, yeah (Yes, sir)
Karate chop with the stick and I’m choppin’ up ***, man
These niggas ain’t ready for this (Ready for that)
I mob in the street and we cleanin’ the streets
Ain’t no evidence, ***, we doin’ this *** (Doin’ this ***)
That mafia ***, niggas sendin’ them hits, no stopping this ***, get ready to quit (Yeah)
We do resumé, we don’t do the snitch (Yeah)
You niggas was made, you made like a *** (Made like a ***)
The *** here is grown, it’s not for no kid
You still in the house, don’t come on the porch (Come on the porch)
The folks outside, they knockin’ out foes (Knockin’ out foes)
Your blood hit the ground before you hit the floor (Damn)
You don’t need to put no more stress on your folks
Playin’ with big Slime like hittin’ the Pope (Hittin’ the Pope)
Shot at the council, shot at the smoke (Yeah)
Ayy, just let it go
Nothin’ but them silent shooters, I got deadly assassins
Catch him a body, come pick up this paper
Sometimes I keep it, they say it’s a favor
Put ’em on a fee for poppin’ a hater (Yes, sir)
I remember I was poppin’ for flavors, you talkin’ ’bout gas, right? (Yeah)
Yeah, kickdoor, Slimeball, I’m with that
Hit a door, hit the stick, *** got a kickback (Ooh)
Gettin’ this money, my ***, I get that (Yeah)
Glad that I’m rappin’, they know that I’m with that (Yeah)
Rollin’ up rapper, you know this that *** pack (Yeah, *** pack), *** ass *** (Hahaha)
Talkin’ ’bout some smoke but they can’t get they get back (Nah)
See me in person, you niggas ain’t with that (Nah)
Break in this *** with a muhfuckin’ Kit Kat, hahahaha, yeah (Yes, sir)