Kunta Kintae 438 Tok

[Intro]
Oh-ooh
(Banckroll on me)
Kunta Kintae chop the coupe today (I say I)
Kunta Kintae— coupe that thing
Oh-ooh, oh-ooh, oh-oh
[?]

[Chorus]
I say I coupe the Kintae, chop the coupe today
And he better know
If he cunning 'way, we eat his face
We gon' let it blow
Have my yg rundown with that K
He don't wanna wait
If he rundown, you can't run away
Another closed case
Aye, I'm fully loaded
Bankroll on me
Miami with a choppa, feelin' like I'm Tony
Sippin' wockiana, lean what I’m pourin'
No I can't meet your momma, rather leave you lonely

[Verse]
I rather go and leave you baby
No, I cannot feed you baby
Pop the side of the coupe with a choppa, don't do .38s
He want it just like [?]
She just want love, I can't do no love
You can't be my lady
I call 'em all, watch 'em mop it all, just like they was maintenance
Like they was maintenance
Runnin' up that set, no I can't wait, ain't got no patience
The way she ride that dick, I swear to god she drive me crazy
I fell in love with violence, sensitive, yeah like a baby
Yes sir, diamonds on my neck hit like a wrestler
I pop the tesla while I'm in a Tesla
It's yo' girl every night, I fold her up and make a stretcher
They know we hot dog, and they musta' need a catch up
No you ain't gettin' no money lil' nigga, you need to run yo' check up
My niggas don't care about vests, no-no they aimin' for the neck up
Slide, ain't put no check on him but somehow that lil' nigga die
The referee gon' call a flagrant when I hit him with that foul
He swayin' that corner every time, and every time a nigga die