KShordy Flow lyrics

[Intro]
(Drew made this sh*t motherf*cker)
KShordy flow
n*ggas be lyin'
Ayy

[Chorus]
I'm sick of these n*ggas, sayin' they shooters but be lyin' (But be cap)
I'm sick of these n*ggas, sayin swanging but keep dying
All the opps that be at funerals keep on cryin'
Lame ass n*ggas keep dissin in raps, I swear to god, it's deeper than rhymes (Deeper than rhymes)
Love my gun so much, I swear boy this my bae (This my bae)
What you gon' do if i call lil' wav and he come with a Drac'
New opp dropped, all of sudden them boys wanna pray
Tayvon got hit dead in the head, everytime he walk his bones gon ache (Ha)

[Verse]
Last n*gga died in the field, what he get for dissin on 8? (Dissin on 8)
f*ck n*gga dissin' on Bill, we slidin' and uppin' the rake (Skrrt, bo)
sh*t ain't sweet we got that low, we know where you stay
I swear will ain't got no motion, that lil' f*ck n*gga Jus in the way
You know 6, I'm from the bricks (Uh), bro in the cut with a switch (Rrah)
I call a play its a blitz (Bo), Glock 45 got kick (45)
Shhh, got shot by Mitch, still post up in the bricks (In the brick)
Your favorite rapper a b*tch, boy, I been goin' on hits (Goin' on hits)
You ain't gon' ride for your dawg, sh*t, you barely gon' walk (You barely gon' walk)
What you gonna do, if you brudda get outlined with that chalk
I'ma go to sleep in your grass, I'ma wake up at you house
Send 100 shots through your door, soon as a f*ck n*gga try to come out (Rrah)
I'm in the cut just like Band-Aid .762s and AK's
Been off the porch since a baby, might do the race like Tay-K
f*ck n*gga you not a threat, Big 6 it's on my neck (6)
Fraud I gotta jwet (Jwet), n*gga be broke and upset
I'm from the 6, bro, we kill all the killas
Rest up Jugg, that 88, boy, you know sh*t get realer (Get realer)
Your favorite rapper that boy a b*tch, and he got put on the sh*tter (On the sh*tter)
ABlock be with the hitters, n*gga know we blow sh*t like whistle
All the opps won't come outside (n*gga)
Felonies, robberies, murder homicide (Homicide)
Take one of mines, I swear to god, boy, your momma cry
I'm so deep off in these streets, boy, this sh*t suicide (Suicide, n*gga)
[Chorus]
I'm sick of these n*ggas, sayin' they shooters but be lyin' (But be cap)
I'm sick of these n*ggas, sayin swanging but keep dying
All the opps that be at funerals keep on cryin'
Lame ass n*ggas keep dissin in raps, I swear to god, it's deeper than rhymes (Deeper than rhymes)
Love my gun so much, I swear boy this my bae (This my bae)
What you gon' do if i call lil' wav and he come with a Drac'
New opp dropped, all of sudden them boys wanna pray
Tayvon got hit dead in the head, everytime he walk his bones gon ache (Ha)