featherweight - biggkutt8 lyrics
[chorus: kickkone]
you can’t keep the pace, get out my way ‘fore this sh*t escalate
i don’t know nothin’ ’bout magic, but i can d*mn sure make you levitate
lil’ n*gga hard body, can’t be f*cked with, boy, you featherweight
spin, spin, spin, i don’t get tired, just like i’m kevin gates
them crackers gotta do they job, won’t go out bad, i’m fightin’ every case
i had came up hard, was in them cars, that sh*t was everyday
first we switch the tag, then throw that b*tch away like a paper plate
this lil’ b*tch bad with ass, i might just take her on a date today
[verse 1: kickkone]
can’t see through the glass, we got a hundred behind this 5%
live life like call of duty, but if i slip, it’s no reviving me
mom say i’m a demon, miss her baby, but i’m proud to be
i’m slidin’ bout the guys, i’m a businessman, so i don’t slide for free
i was tryna smack him with his man, roll him in my grabba leaf
i like my b*tch a sl*t, but be a good girl when it’s time to be
pass this b*tch to bro, won’t tie her down like that sh*t fine with me
the way this lil’ b*tch eat this d*ck up, know that she be proud of me
if i ever go broke, you in trouble, i’m pullin’ robberies
i knew my n*gga was dead, i felt that sh*t, he wasn’t replying to me
that p*ssy wet, it’s spittin’ like this ho just bust a rhyme for me
wish i woulda grew up in a big house, came from poverty
[chorus: kickkone]
you can’t keep the pace, get out my way ‘fore this sh*t escalate
i don’t know nothin’ ’bout magic, but i can d*mn sure make you levitate
lil’ n*gga hard body, can’t be f*cked with, boy, you featherweight
spin, spin, spin, i don’t get tired, just like i’m kevin gates
them crackers gotta do they job, won’t go out bad, i’m fightin’ every case
i had came up hard, was in them cars, that sh*t was everyday
first we switch the tag, then throw that b*tch away like a paper plate
this lil’ b*tch bad with ass, i might just take her on a date today
[verse 2: biggkutt8]
they say every time kickkone and kutt8 drop it boost the rate
if they ain’t ever boost that lil’ boy head, he still’d be here today
told that n*gga chill, but he ain’t listen, now sh*t done escalated
i’m mister ted bundy, i k!ll that p*ssy and leave her devastated
the wocky got me leanin’ sideways, doin’ donuts in the straight
if a n*gga play with my 448s, it’s first 48
taught my gangster b*tch how to work that fye, now she don’t tote no mace
walk in the trap and they treat me like a god, like my name charlemagne
n*gga we just caught a opp, time to celebrate, bring out the champagne
they know i’m that n*gga, hang all my pictures in the hall of fame
baby, we run n*ggas down, me and kickkone jump out gang
hit that lil’ boy with that frrt, now he don’t walk the same
[chorus: kickkone]
you can’t keep the pace, get out my way ‘fore this sh*t escalate
i don’t know nothin’ ’bout magic, but i can d*mn sure make you levitate
lil’ n*gga hard body, can’t be f*cked with, boy, you featherweight
spin, spin, spin, i don’t get tired, just like i’m kevin gates
them crackers gotta do they job, won’t go out bad, i’m fightin’ every case
i had came up hard, was in them cars, that sh*t was everyday
first we switch the tag, then throw that b*tch away like a paper plate
this lil’ b*tch bad with ass, i might just take her on a date today
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