KTS All I Know lyrics

[Intro]
Damn Jay Will made this?
L'z!
f*ck these n*ggas
Ahh?
Going dumb!
No lackin' part 3!
Check it out
Going dumb!
Boolin'
No lack part 3!
Turn up, turn up (Tune in)
Turn up, turn up (b*tch!)

[Chorus]
Rockin' out like a backseat
Blowin' on good dope
Foreign hoe don't even smoke and her boyfriend is a negro
My bank account got hella 0's
Don't try to be no hero
Them 30 shots gon' blow
KTS all I know

[Verse 1]
FaceTime with my iPhone, Dirty sprite in my styrofoam
Shorty got a fat joody, fake tits, silicones
f*ck n*ggas see I'm on, get yo ass on when he act strong
Grab some chrome and blow hot
Make 'em go Gotti, no postcards on L'z
I'm off the sh*ts, watch me tweak
Shorty, she creepin', she feelin', watch her freakin' more thoinks and more hoеs her baches, no ass sores
I'm outta lеan pouring up the four
Shawty pus*y fat, so I gotta score
f*ck her on the patio, we in it, outdoors
Make a b*tch scream Kutthroat till her voice hoarse
Shawty-shawty throw it back like a music chorus
Did she, did she give me top till her throat sore
[Chorus]
Rockin' out like backseat
Blowin' on good dope
Foreign hoe don't even smoke and her boyfriend is a negro
My bank account got hella 0's
Don't try to be no hero
Them 30 shots gon' blow
KTS all I know
Rockin' out like backseat
Blowin' on good dope
Foreign hoe don't even smoke and her boyfriend is a negro
My bank account got hella 0's
Don't try to be no hero
Them 30 shots gon' blow
KTS all I know
Rockin' out like backseat
Blowin' up loud dope
Foreign hoe don't even smoke and her boyfriend is a negro
My bank account got hella 0's
Don't try to be no hero (Yay)
Them 30 shots gon' blow
KTS all I know (Lake, lake, lake, lake)

[Verse 2]
Feelin' like I'm famous
Ridin' 'round with Haitians
Bad b*tches, ass fat, head - the greatest
Opp n*ggas, sneak dissin', leave 'em, we takers
No bags, b*tch, we blow loud, we cop that 'bout acres
I'm chillin', drillin', rollin', I'm wasted (Catch 2 T)
Gotti, they lackin', we shoot 'em, like [patients/passes?]
Got L'z and East on the same mob
Choppa shells they gon' burn
These n*ggas don't learn
And she call me a thot
Okay, this b*tch give me top, 'cause that lil' pus*y hot
I'm the best thing happen to the Glock, since the Glock happened to the block
I'm a menace, like Lil' Les
I'm East Side like bomb jay, middle finger up like TG
One way, a gun play, I'm hittin' sh*t like Freako
More hoes like Zeko, I blow bands, she eat bands
RIP she eat throat
Shout out to Lakes, f*ck 2 T them n*ggas flee (b*tches)
When they see F get the BGs them n*ggas bees
Huh