BAKI // ROT lyrics

[Intro: Kill Dyll]
(Yeah, yeah)
(Ugh-uh)
(Ayy)

[Verse 1: Kill Dyll]
We are not the f*ckin' same, don't compare me to no copies (Ayy)
No competition, 'cause I killed them like I'm Baki (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Ugh (Ayy, yeah, ayy), nobody—(Ayy, yeah, ayy, ayy)
Nobody's talk, all I hear is the static
Actin' all hard 'til they hear automatics
Pray to your God, if you got one, then stop it
I'm sick of the f*ckers that talk like they got it (Ayy)
Talkin' that sh*t, say it once, then he froze (Ayy, yeah)
Saying it twice, get him shot akimbos (Ayy, ayy)
Thirsty for clout, like you f*ckers are hoes (Ayy)
Get off of my di*k, little b*tch you get hosed (Ayy)

[Verse 2: Gashum, Kill Dyll & Both]
Leavе me alone, I hate whеn I see that you're callin' my phone
You all did me wrong, you talked down on me right inside of my home
Yeah, I cut to the bone, to feel anything 'cause I'm always so numb
I pull out the gun, and place it right inside my mof*ckin' dome
I don't care what you say, look into my eyes, do you think I f*ckin' play?
Now I know a hundred different ways I could take apart your face
I hope you know I'd never lack, I keep a blade right on my waist, okay-y-y-y
I do all this for fun, I got this lil' b*tch on her knees like a nun
You pus*y I know if I pull up, you'll run (Run, run)
b*tch, I hope you f*ckin' rot
Rot, rot, rot, rot
Rot, rot, rot, rot
b*tch, I hope you f*ckin' rot (Yeah, ayy, yeah)
Rot, rot (Rotten)
Rot, rot (Rotten, f*ckin')
Rot, rot, rot
b*tch, I hope you f*ckin'—
[Verse 3: Kill Dyll]
Came with the flows, never came for the hoes (Never came for the hoes)
Fame 'til it blows, propane to the nose (Propane to the nose)
f*ck what they think, what they say what they know
Cocaine in the brain of the lames and the foes
Duckin' and f*ckin' up all the fakes 'til they go
Motherf*ckers are lucky I'm feelin' great, overdose
Can you run it, I wonder? You lookin' slow in the dome
Put a .40 inside of it, then we wait 'til it blows
Wait 'til the fade, put a cave in his face
Motherf*ckers wanted pain, you a goddamn disgrace
Illuminati, I'm catchin' body on body
I never thought he was salty, I only wanted a hobby (Uh)
Shout-out the pastor, he claimin' the south
My brother in Europe, KIRAW is about (Is about)
To take over anyways, f*ck all the clout (The clout)
We make it the petty way with or without
Never came for the money, only came for the woes
Rain for the funny, 23s to the dome
We makin' the money, makin' capitol (Capitol)
If that boy keep on cappin', I'm cappin' his dome

[Outro: Gashum]
You dirty little b*tch, I know you love the way I spit
Fire in my lungs, with the fire on my hip
You dirty little b*tch, I know you love the way I spit
Fire in my lungs, with the fire on my hip