KitKat lyrics

[Intro: Young Nudy & Jamie Foxx]
(Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?)
Mmh, mmh, mmh (Yeah, okay)

[Chorus]
Nothin' but them silent shooters, I got deadly assassins
Catch him a body, come pick up this paper
Sometimes I keep it, they say it's a favor
Put 'em on a feat for poppin' a hater (Yes, sir)
I remember I was poppin' for flavors, talkin' 'bout gas, right? (Yeah)
Yeah, kickdoor, Slimeball, I'm with that
Hit a door, hit the stick, b*tch got a kickback (Ooh)
Gettin' this money, my n*gga, I get that (Yeah)
Glad that I'm rappin', they know that I'm with that (Yeah)
Rollin' up rapper, you know that that b*tch pack (Yeah, b*tch pack), b*tch ass n*gga (Hahaha)
Talkin' 'bout some smoke but they can't get they get back (Nah)
See me in person, you n*ggas ain't with that (Nah)
Brеak in this b*tch with a muhf*ckin' Kit Kat, hahahaha, yeah (Yes, sir)

[Verse 1]
Why you flexin' fivе thousand dollars? (Flexin' five thousand), you ain't got no racks
n*gga can't even post a f*ckin' ten (Can't even post a f*ckin' ten), talkin' 'bout some f*ckin' stacks
And you talkin' 'bout killin' (Man, you talkin' 'bout killin'?), boy, you kiddin', you ain't 'bout all that
Boy, it take like twenty just to spin (It take like twenty), you ain't f*ckin' with that (Swear)
You don't wanna beef with none of my twins, should've been the same blood like kin
sh*t, girl, you gon' do what I would've did (Phew, what you doin'?)
Bust a n*gga head, leave him where he should've been
Hangin' out the window, n*gga spin a bend
Rich Shooter sh*t, yeah, kickin' in, y'all n*gga ridin' 'round in the pen'
Yeah, n*gga broke, n*gga can't win
Yeah, your folk dead, playin' once again
Can't even buy bullets, n*gga pus*y
Duckin' from me, runnin', n*gga big pus*y
Should've told you Slimeball not pus*y
Everybody rockin' with him ain't pus*y (Yeah), f*ck you talkin' 'bout? n*gga
[Chorus]
Nothin' but them silent shooters, I got deadly assassins
Catch him a body, come pick up this paper
Sometimes I keep it, they say it's a favor
Put 'em on a feat for poppin' a hater (Yes, sir)
I remember I was poppin' for flavors, talkin' 'bout gas, right? (Yeah)
Yeah, kickdoor, Slimeball, I'm with that
Hit a door, hit the stick, b*tch got a kickback (Ooh)
Gettin' this money, my n*gga, I get that (Yeah)
Glad that I'm rappin', they know that I'm with that (Yeah)
Rollin' up rapper, you know that that b*tch pack (Yeah, b*tch pack), b*tch ass n*gga (Hahaha)
Talkin' 'bout some smoke but they can't get they get back (Nah)
See me in person, you n*ggas ain't with that (Nah)
Break in this b*tch with a muhf*ckin' Kit Kat, hahahaha, yeah (Yes, sir)

[Verse 2]
Karate chop with the stick and I'm choppin' up sh*t, man, these n*ggas ain't ready for this (Ready for that)
I mob in the street and we cleanin' the streets, ain't no evidence, n*gga, we doin' this sh*t (Doin' this sh*t)
That mafia sh*t, n*ggas sendin' them hits, no stopping this sh*t, get ready to quit (Yeah)
We do resumé, we don't do the snitch (Yeah), you n*ggas was made, you made like a b*tch (Made like a b*tch)
The sh*t here is grown, this not for no kid, you still in the house, don't come on the porch (Come on the porch)
The folks outside, they knockin' out foes (Knockin' out foes), your blood hit the ground before you hit the floor (Damn)
You don't need to put no more stress on your folks, playin' with big Slime like hittin' the Pope (Hittin' the Pope)
Shot out the council, shot out the smoke (Yeah)
Ayy, just let it go
[Chorus]
Nothin' but them silent shooters, I got deadly assassins
Catch him a body, come pick up this paper
Sometimes I keep it, they say it's a favor
Put 'em on a feat for poppin' a hater (Yes, sir)
I remember I was poppin' for flavors, talkin' 'bout gas, right? (Yeah)
Yeah, kickdoor, Slimeball, I'm with that
Hit a door, hit the stick, b*tch got a kickback (Ooh)
Gettin' this money, my n*gga, I get that (Yeah)
Glad that I'm rappin', they know that I'm with that (Yeah)
Rollin' up rapper, you know that that b*tch pack (Yeah, b*tch pack), b*tch ass n*gga (Hahaha)
Talkin' 'bout some smoke but they can't get they get back (Nah)
See me in person, you n*ggas ain't with that (Nah)
Break in this b*tch with a muhf*ckin' Kit Kat, hahahaha, yeah (Yes, sir)