KOR lyrics

[Intro: Young Zee]
Young
Uh huh

[Verse 1: Young Zee]
I rap
But I should be doing porn
di*k long as two them horns
On a motherf*ckin' unicorn
Make your girl brain me
For twenty-eight minutes
She bob and weave on me
Like she Sugar Ray Leonard
I'm spaced out
The astronaut, Travis Scott
Off mad Ciroc
Pull up at a traffic stop
Smack the cop
Blast the shop
With a plastic Glock
I got this rap sh*t locked
Till my casket drop
Stop rapping please
I will smack MCs
Then be at Applebee's
Sippin' strawberry daiquiris
I pack a gun 'bout as fat as Pun
These rap n*ggas gayer than Magic's son
We don't play games like sudoku
We'll choke you
Whip my switchblade out and poke you
And poke you
Dude's a cartoon like the donkey on Shrеk
And rappers can't stand us
(But give us respеct)
[Chorus: DJ Cocoa Chanelle]
And other rappers can't stand us
But give us respect
(x2)


[Verse 2: Young Zee]
It's yours truly
Bank account fat as a whore's booty
From pounds
And sellin' white boy like George Clooney (Huh)
Dudes that wish for my fall
Go f*ck theyself with big di*ks that stick to the wall
I'll f*ck your baby mom's till my shaft is broke
Make her drink a shot of c*m like it’s a glass of Coke
I'll f*ck Sofia Vergara, RiRi, Ciara
Be out of there faster than a speeding Carrera
Young, I'm the best MC from my era
With more bread than a fat b*tch can eat at Panera
….Fake thugs wanna rob us
My boys pull out guns on n*ggas' mothers and fathers
Beef with MCs, we want it
I get your mixtape, stomp it, then peepee on it
Young Zee
I got these n*ggas in check
Other rappers can't stand us
(But give us respect)
[Chorus: DJ Cocoa Chanelle]
And other rappers can't stand us
But give us respect
(x2)