Kapow lyrics

[Intro: Twentywrld]
This n*gga didn't do sh*t bro, like, shut yo—
(I will always love you)
(He's real!)


[Verse 1: Smokingskul]
Looking for beef, n*gga, I don't squash sh*t (b*tch ass up)
What? n*gga gon' die lit tryna moshpit
He saw the AR, he said, "Aw sh*t" (He's real!)
He saw the AR and he ran (Ran)
n*ggas be tweeting, call 'em Kan
I track his IP, get 'em banned
b*tch, this MAC go, "Kabam" (He's real!)
b*tch, this MAC go, "Kapow"
n*ggas be fake flexing like Bow Wow
b*tch, I'm scamming the disabled, I gotta get it somehow (He's real!)
b*tch, I'm cooking up that rock, make a n*gga raise his eyebrow (Yeah)
How you a hood n*gga sayin', "Please?"
Say you gon' rob me, but you Chinese
I'm off the fake Percs' doing high-knees
These n*ggas fell off, Thouxanbanfauni
He tried to rob me, I said, "Nani"
This not a musical like—
This not a musical like Annie
That n*gga a bust like Kwame
What? I just bought my Glock a BBL
My name Sean, n*gga, not Emmanuel
b*tch, I'm a Communist, I feel like Fidel
b*tch, I beat up that pack, Chuck Liddell
Stick in my hand, I can cast any spell
I'm turning Mexican with the taco shell
Held back three times, but I'm not ESL
[Bridge]
You hop on any of them n*ggas beats, and you f*ck with me, I'm not f*ckin' with you, n*gga (He's real!)

[Verse 2: Rx Papi]
When I'm in the kitchen, get the f*ck out the way
I up the glick and beat the f*ck out ya face
I can never get a job at minimum wage
To stretch a slab, I know ten different ways (He's real!)
Papi go Breaking Bad in the kitchen
Told auntie, "Bring the bags to the kitchen"
I'm cooking up Steve Nash in the kitchen
They kicked his door, I'm out the side window (He's real!)
It's a gun in the car if Papi riding in it
You ain't knowing yo' block, you just hiding in it
I pay my lil' n*gga to slide
It's a cold world, they put that fire to you (He's real!)
I sold more dope then OJ Da Juiceman
Big ass chain like OJ Da Juiceman
I crack a pint, then mix the juice in
Auntie seeing me, she said, "Pap, where you been?"
Spent a rap deal on a Cuban
I blew a quarter pound in one session
I chop the legs on ya top stepper
.556s stop you from stepping
Better think twice 'fore you step in my section
Knock ya head off if you want ya necklace
When you up the glick, ain't no second guessing
This not a workout, we finna stretch him