Kakegurui lyrics

[Intro]
Wow, for the win, that could be it

[Chorus]
Hittin' his head with that stick like Fred Flintsone
b*tch, I done been gone
Walk through the end zone, hittin' that touchdown
b*tch, I ain't givin' no f*ck like the friend zone
Catch a opp, bingo, f*ck all that lingo
Hunnid shots on me, he catch, ocho-cinco

[Verse 1]
I'll show these n*ggas how to talk that sh*t like they downloaded Duolingo
Doin' no single, uh
Two guns on me, get chipped with the can just like Pringles
I was in jail givin' two f*cks, they ain't even give a lil' n*gga a toothbrush
Plot tryna beat up the CO
Can't get no bail til I meet my PO
n*ggas be P-O-O-R
b*tches will race to the money like go-karts
b*tch tryna f*ck, I want no parts
I just be makin' my music like Mozart
Wavin' that stick like I'm Wolfgang
Catch you a puck, try to f*ck with them n*ggas
Get his sh*t cooked like a gizzard, then clippin' the tail off that boy like a lizard
[Verse 2]
sh*t is real life, sh*t is not a movie
Deuce-deuce in my boot, leg is not a movie
Gamble yo' life if you f*ckin' stupid
If that boy disrespect me, he gotta shoot me
When he catch a shot, it is not confusin'
Lil' b*tch, this a MAC, this is not an UZI
Givin' me brain like a college student
Know my b*tch real bad like Kakegurui
Ayy, heh (Ayy, ayy)
b*tch real bad like Kakegurui
I'm that n*gga 'round here like I'm Shaka Zulu
n*gga talkin' real loud, but he not gon' do it
Playin' crazy, all of that sh*t is not gon' move me
Heard that boy want me gone, he will not remove me
Boy, don't act like you bad and then die a goofy
I'm disturbing the peace like I signed with Luda'
n*gga singin' a tune 'til we stop his music
Then that sh*t'll go flat like a model boobies
sh*t'll go flat like a awkward silence
Get to hittin' that b*tch, it is not Karrueche
Hittin' that b*tch, I ain't C. Breezy
G-Eazy, if I said it, you know I mean it
Be easy, you try me, you know I'm fiendin'
He greasy and probably know a demon
[Chorus]
Hittin' his head with that stick like Fred Flintsone
b*tch, I done been gone
Walk through the end zone, hittin' that touchdown
b*tch, I ain't givin' no f*ck like the friend zone
Catch a opp, bingo, f*ck all that lingo
Hunnid shots on me, he catch, ocho-cinco

[Verse 3]
Shoot sh*t like Quinton Tarantino
Link with yo' b*tch at the Vegas casino
Went, b*tch, I left that b*tch at the N.V. and ran
I might drop her off at the Holiday Inn
I'm smokin' on gas in the parking garage
That boy caught a bullet, I call that a pic
The f*ck do that mean? Mean he caught a collage
Hit with the Nicky, up all in his eyes
Two guns, one opp, what I call a Minaj
She got a n*gga that be all in her business
But that sh*t okay, bet I told her to lie