Let’s Ride Khantrast
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[Verse 1]
I woke up today like the chieftain
Get Ziggy like it be the weekend
I leave my nuts hanging and both of them clanging
My drip from the garden of Eden
Shawty think that my dick built like ip man
Way I walk like my balls got an implants
Meditate out the bullshit, get into my zen, when I snooze, I got three head and six hands
[Chorus]
I told them let’s ride
I woke up like yo I’m that guy
We mob with good fellas and felons, with black yellow drip like it’s rush hour 5
We deal with the bs like black jack, we placing our bets on a dime
God father like we rocking dad hats, and singing soprano, we high
Like Scarface, I'm writing these
[Verse 2]
Crack lines
They smoke 'em like crack pipes, I'm catching a vibe
Immaculate timing, they ask when I’m back again rhyming
I’m top competition this time
And Quit the bsing, they all tryna get me to stressing, I swat off they words like a fly
I curve 'em like 90 degrees, boy I be burning, I radiate rizz when I rhyme
[Verse 3]
Immediate fade to black when I punch in
I know they skip to me, no assumptions
Hit 'em with the pen to keep up discussions
They gon talk shit, I eat up disruption
I don’t keep the peace, I do love the fuck shit
Mobbing in the streets, no nice guy or nothing
Chop em to a piece, there be repercussions
A villain when i speak, they peep the reaper comings
I woke up today like the chieftain
Get Ziggy like it be the weekend
I leave my nuts hanging and both of them clanging
My drip from the garden of Eden
Shawty think that my dick built like ip man
Way I walk like my balls got an implants
Meditate out the bullshit, get into my zen, when I snooze, I got three head and six hands
[Chorus]
I told them let’s ride
I woke up like yo I’m that guy
We mob with good fellas and felons, with black yellow drip like it’s rush hour 5
We deal with the bs like black jack, we placing our bets on a dime
God father like we rocking dad hats, and singing soprano, we high
Like Scarface, I'm writing these
[Verse 2]
Crack lines
They smoke 'em like crack pipes, I'm catching a vibe
Immaculate timing, they ask when I’m back again rhyming
I’m top competition this time
And Quit the bsing, they all tryna get me to stressing, I swat off they words like a fly
I curve 'em like 90 degrees, boy I be burning, I radiate rizz when I rhyme
[Verse 3]
Immediate fade to black when I punch in
I know they skip to me, no assumptions
Hit 'em with the pen to keep up discussions
They gon talk shit, I eat up disruption
I don’t keep the peace, I do love the fuck shit
Mobbing in the streets, no nice guy or nothing
Chop em to a piece, there be repercussions
A villain when i speak, they peep the reaper comings
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