Back to Back KayMuni (Ft. Marnz Malone)
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[Verse 1: Marnz Malone]
An ambulance would pick you up before I let you pick on me
Night before court, I got my stick on me
She's saying that she'll stick with me if the trial sticks on me
That's like tryna convince me KayMuni snitched on me
That's C-A-P, I'm tryna get the bag, you're tryna be a G
Remember when they said I wouldn't see eighteen
Spend that on the ones, on my ones in a P-A-D
On my D-A-D, they bagged him with my fours, it's fucking peak
[Verse 2: KayMuni]
I don't care about the charts cah my boy in jail heard me on the radio
And I ain't gonna lie, I find a pattern every jail I go
I done six summers, seven winters B
Last year I ain't have 50p, this year we split fifty G's
OT three months, I ain't get no prof
Trap star shit, I can never turn my phone off
Was I lying, no I wasn't lying, you can ask Kay
Ain't nuttin nice cah nice guys finish last place
[Verse 3: Marnz Malone]
My first gun was a bolt action
Now if the ting I got hits you, you'll roll backwards
When we first met -, he was a good kid
But the circumstances turned him to a soul snatcher
The first night on induction, had to sharpen my shank
I used copper out my aerial to spark up my dank
First time I got the drop, we just parked up and cranked
Like first one we see getting spanked
An ambulance would pick you up before I let you pick on me
Night before court, I got my stick on me
She's saying that she'll stick with me if the trial sticks on me
That's like tryna convince me KayMuni snitched on me
That's C-A-P, I'm tryna get the bag, you're tryna be a G
Remember when they said I wouldn't see eighteen
Spend that on the ones, on my ones in a P-A-D
On my D-A-D, they bagged him with my fours, it's fucking peak
[Verse 2: KayMuni]
I don't care about the charts cah my boy in jail heard me on the radio
And I ain't gonna lie, I find a pattern every jail I go
I done six summers, seven winters B
Last year I ain't have 50p, this year we split fifty G's
OT three months, I ain't get no prof
Trap star shit, I can never turn my phone off
Was I lying, no I wasn't lying, you can ask Kay
Ain't nuttin nice cah nice guys finish last place
[Verse 3: Marnz Malone]
My first gun was a bolt action
Now if the ting I got hits you, you'll roll backwards
When we first met -, he was a good kid
But the circumstances turned him to a soul snatcher
The first night on induction, had to sharpen my shank
I used copper out my aerial to spark up my dank
First time I got the drop, we just parked up and cranked
Like first one we see getting spanked
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