Kilo (Remix) lyrics

[Chorus: Scotty Music]
I'm Taxing about a band for the 808
Got them motherf*ckers that will make the earthquake
And I'm a need a rack for the clap, because I know the club love that
I'ma keep the b*tches Twerkin off my hi hat
But ain't sh*t free you got to buy that
Only deals if you f*cking with the team because I don't know you other n*ggas f*ck you mean no

[Verse 1: Scotty Music]
I've got to work fresh out the kitchen
I cook it up right I ain't missing
Dope beats coming by the kilo n*gga I ain't worried about the Rico
Got my them rap n*ggas come out the trenches
Got them in line like a fiend for a fixin
Scratching on they ear I know they need just listen
Because I control the streets can't act like you don't hear it
Gotta drop some stacks if you want to get a beat though
f*ck being humble. Got a ego
Ballin on you n*ggas like a free-throw. And I don't f*ck with Bron I f*ck with D rose. Pull up in a foreign I'm Flexin
Bought it off da work no question
Only bad b*tches in my section
Got to work so official come test it

[Chorus: Scotty Music]
I'm Taxing about a band for the 808
Got them motherf*ckers that will make the earthquake. And I'm a need a rack for the clap, because I know the club love that
I'ma keep the b*tches Twerkin off my hi hat
But ain't sh*t free you got to buy that
Only deals if you f*cking with the team because I don't know you other n*ggas f*ck you mean no
[Verse 2: Lil Baby]
Dawg, why you trippin' 'bout a pus*y?
You done fell in love with a pus*y
I'ma hit it once and keep it pushin'
f*ck her while her best friend [?]
I ain't been home in a week
I been gettin' money all week
Bout a time to get some sleep
Took your main b*tch out to eat
I got them bricks like I'm Rico
I'm sellin' gas like a petrol
I used to serve off a metro
[?]
Ballin' hard like I am Mutombo
Kickin' sh*t with Scottie in Toronto
I make them bricks disappear
I get them bircks on a Lear
Say want a ten for a bear
I'ma give 'em ten for the beat
Twist up the rap, I can't die in the streets
I know my momma depending on me
808 banging in the background
I got a bag now
I never beg down
I spray 'em hundreds of rounds
[Chorus: Scotty Music]
I'm Taxing about a band for the 808
Got them motherf*ckers that will make the earthquake
And I'm a need a rack for the clap
Because I know the club love that
I'ma keep the b*tches Twerkin off my hi hat
But ain't sh*t free you got to buy that
Only deals if you f*cking with the team
Because I don't know you other n*ggas f*ck you mean no
No f*ck u mean I don't no them other n*ggas f*ck u mean no