Kentucky lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, uh, uh, yeah, n*gga
Uh, yeah, uh, uh, yeah
Mm, yeah (Yeah), yeah, yeah, yeah, n*gga
Uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, n*gga
Uh, yeah
Demon time (Demon time)
Yeah, yeah, n*gga, I'm on demon time (I'm on demon time)
Guess what, lil' n*gga? I'm on demon time (I'm on demon time)
Yeah, yeah, lil' n*gga, uh, ayy

[Verse 1]
Uh, yeah, lil' n*gga, I'm on demon time (Guess what?)
You ain't got no money, lil' n*gga, can't get in this line
They keep tryna worry 'bout the Wiz, I'm at the finish line (Done)
My brothеr said that he gon' keep that stick on him like he was blind (Uh, grah)
Nah, b*tch, I ain't got no Rolliе, I ain't wastin' time
And plus, we get away with every hat like we watch Criminal Minds
Ayy, freak b*tch ask me for some Cash Apps, huh, she lost her mind
Ayy, put like thirty shots inside that car, that's they second time
Uh, you know I can f*ck a b*tch one time, it ain't no second time
How the f*ck he back out on gun charges? This his third time
n*gga, I was like ten years old, I did like thirty crimes
Every n*gga tried to play with us, them n*ggas dyin' (They gone)
Freak b*tch never got no money on her, uh, that's a sign (Broke)
ARPs attack your head and leave some blood on your spine
Never throw no shade on my brother, I'ma let him shine (Never)
He don't know no Tony Hawk, but he know how to grind (He know how to grind, don't how to motherf*ckin' skate, hold on)
[Interlude]
Young n*gga, he ain't tryna go and skate, uh
Young n*gga, he ain't tryna go and skate, uh
Young n*gga, he ain't tryna go and skate, uh

[Verse 2]
Uh, skrrt, ayy, flip his car, put a hundred inside the window
F&Ns'll knock the f*ckin' fat off you just like it's lipo
Tryna score inside that Murder Town, we gon' catch the intel
Stupid b*tch, she got inside her feelings, put her in the friend zone
Uh, put that lil' b*tch on my brother, b*tch, you can be my buddy
I was taught to share right with my brother, like a Nutty Buddy
I was taught to stand on my two feet, I don't do no duckin'
Before I let a n*gga play with me, I go and load a hundred
Bang on him, right back to the block, like DeMarcus Cousins
Yeah, b*tch, I got all this sauce, but I ain't got no nuggets
Yeah, b*tch, I'm from Murder Town where we don't do no bluffin' (Murder Town)
b*tch, I came a long way, I used to be broke and dusty
Ayy, my lil' brother practice on his shot like he goin' to Kentucky

[Outro]
Ayy, my lil' brother practice on his shot like he was goin' to Kentucky
Uh, uh, uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh