Kilo Rap (Noyd Big )

Yeah Nigga it's that Kilo Rap, Put another one on top bring a kilo back. Eh! That way you could see more stack, It's that real hustle music, nigga kilo rap! Yeah Nigga it's that Kilo Rap, Put another one on top bring a kilo back. Eh! That way you could see more stack, It's that real hustle music, nigga kilo rap! Yo now I got the heart blow, push it by the cargo, Benz with the top low, ya'll Niggas talk slow That's why yo money come slow, n' yo funds low Nigga when the guns blow... Clik full o gun bustas, flinch any gun toucher Nigga it's a friday, split tha code five ways Y'all Niggas violate, then you see tha nine spray Double up - money back, Double up - hundred stack Y'all Niggas wanna rap, pure shit comin' back Mothafuckas talk but they don't want none of that Nah, they don't want beef, stash in tha car seat Buck em' down spark heat, Nigga we don't talk cheap Nuthin' but a "G" thang, shoot'em'up BANG BANG! Added to tha hustle game, flippin' work, cuttin' cane You don't see the fuckin' chain hundred on the cupboard rings If you ain't talking money, Nigga what the fuck you sayin'? Yeah Nigga it's that Kilo Rap, Put another one on top bring a kilo back. Eh! That way you could see more stack, It's that real hustle music, nigga kilo rap! Yeah Nigga it's that Kilo Rap, Put another one on top bring a kilo back. Eh! That way you could see more stack, It's that real hustle music, nigga kilo rap! Ey yo, do it for tha OG's, 36 ozs 1000 grams on the PanAm overseas Put it in a pan or a pot Just to make it hot Nigga when tha Term n' Rock... Freeze by the double digits, keys turn above the sniffers Squeeze turn the ugly bitches, fuckin' for tha bubbalicious Baby mama's here to rock, with tha seed in tha pot When the pop out the others we gon' see it on tha block Right in front of rich deals, dipers full of shit still Mommy got a piss grill, Daddy tryna pinch steel Trunk full of fishscale, put it on tha big scale Nigga when tha shit's real... Now I need another bird, holla at my brother Irv Cut it up in tha dirt, picture from tha gutta curves Y'all still sellin' herbs, so you can't fuck with Term St. gettin' money, Nigga whatta fuck you heard! Yeah Nigga it's that Kilo Rap, Put another one on top bring a kilo back. Eh! That way you could see more stack, It's that real hustle music, nigga kilo rap! Yeah Nigga it's that Kilo Rap, Put another one on top bring a kilo back. Eh! That way you could see more stack, {Yeah reeeeal, nigga} It's that real hustle music, nigga kilo rap! {yo} Yo, in em' streets, where I make my ends meet In tha belly of tha beast, screamin' fuck tha police! N' I'm never gon' stop til' I'm the fuckin' boss Flossin' in that new poss, movin' weight like Ricky Ross, but of course: You already know tha name, kid, Noyd from tha fuckin' bridge Steppin' on dope, movin' coke it is what it is I'm not yo average rappa, known as tha gun clappa Burnin'-tha-dutch master, twistin' haze all day I'm gangsta homie, I'm so hood homie, I keep that thing on me, so you know I'm good on it Sit back n' let my paper stack, Yo it's that Kilo Rap I'll be movin' mo base than that Premo track A couple of grams, two o my mans Greyhound chink that's down a quart o the plan Been in town just to lock down Call my connect Let'em know I just touched down Bring me tha Tec It's on!