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lirik lagu drill k pt. 2 – tae porter

[intro]
know what the f*ck it is, n*gga (who the f*ck it is)
big porter (uh*huh)
big f*ckin’ steppa, n*gga (it’s part 2)
we back, n*gga (part 2)
tssss, again? (i don’t even know if n*ggas ready)
p*ssy ass n*ggas (yessir)
yessir, graah, graah
know what the f*ck it is, man (big steppa)
big f*ckin’ porter, n*gga
it’s different, it’s real, real, different
like, graah

[verse]
hollon, like
big steppa gettin’ back on that bullsh*t (i’m back!)
never cared about a n*gga ’cause i’ve always been that n*gga on cool sh*t
’bout to build the way, we carrying tool kits (graah)
feelin’ like i’m eazy*e up on this record, ’cause i’m ’bout to move ruthless
they like, “who this n*gga? why he dissing everybody, is he stupid, n*gga?”
i’m just tryna show y’all that i really do this, n*gga
i ain’t takin’ no flows, i’m payin’ homage, only real n*ggas know (let’s go!)
now setty, you movin’ actin’ petty, why you actin’ like a bm?
bustin’ windows out of cars, just so [?] can see ’em
called that n*gga 7 times, like you caught that n*gga cheatin’
ayo c blu, why this n*gga out here tweakin’?
and nas ebk, i f*ckin’ hate your music (i hate it)
after jada kingdom left, this n*gga started actin’ stupid (oh my god)
like, f*ck you if you not feelin’ me
if you feel a way, then come get with me
get up in the booth and show me who can really spit wit’ me (they can’t!)
kenzo balla, b*tch, i took this sh*t kinda personally
blocking me and sh*t, i probably could have got a verse from you
don’t nerve up, you, i heard you suckin’ d*ck for a sandwich
ima leave it at that, ’cause i already did damage
now this jstar n*gga, wild fat, it’s mad funny
b*tches try to find his piece, but all they see is mad tummy
that beam on his back, like how you gon’ run? you ain’t fast, dummy
dd ass and all his fans still adolescent
lil’ n*gga drillin’, need to worry about a state test
all we know is spray tecs, catch ndot and ima break necks
.45 illegal, got bodies, i’m wearing latex
catch 22, leave him twirlin’, hurlin’, but it ain’t ‘jects
i know they prolly wonderin’ what rapper ima say next
n*ggas playin’ checkers, ima teach ’em how to play chess
checkmate, miah kenzo, get your ass out of here
dissin’ everybody that put you on, without a care
rella look like the robot off of brainpop
said she spinnin’ every b*tch block, but got no main opps
they know porter super nice, don’t even gotta name drop
kick back, relax, i’m just having some fun
shani boni had a baby on me, y’all, i’m done
hit the crib and told alexa play nas, yeah, i won
i tried to give her all my love and then she went and did me bad
she let them ’06 meek braids f*ck up everything we had
(that n*gga got ’06 meek braids, and you let him get you pregnant when i said i wanted to eat the box, so now, it’s over, i don’t wanna eat the box no more, n*ggas can’t f*ck with me)
part 2
they like porter, keep steppin’ on they necks, they can’t f*ck with you
6 months and no response. i swear these n*ggas did bad, so now i’m comfortable
rappers gettin’ packed like a lunchable, flow untouchable
just came here to keep it a buck wit’ you, like i’m giannis
name buzzin in the x, i ain’t tryna be modest
i got the blazers right behind me, so you know i’m the hottest
got the baddest b*tches hittin’ me from the east to the west
lil’ n*ggas shakin’ in they boots because they know that i’m next
kenzo balla, if i catch you, ima teach you how to ball out
sn*tch you right up out that cleezy, do him greasy, punch his jaw out
do it easy, i’m with sneezy, rappers cold, they need to thaw out
ebs, see, i need to gas this lil’ dyk* ass n*gga
give him a wedgie, i don’t even need to fight that n*gga
blockwork hurt, that n*gga dirt, go get your life back, n*gga
heard n*ggas packed you off your block and you ain’t like that, n*gga
singlehandedly endin’ all this drill rap sh*t
oldheads jack it, got some n*ggas that’ll pill caps quick
they beat that n*gga freshy ass, and he ain’t get back since
that n*gga ugly than a b*tch, he like an animal
like, tell jakim to pull up, she’ll slurp me like a danimal
now jaydee, if you still f*ckin’ that, i’m sorry cousin, you buggin’
dee billz thinkin’ he nice, that n*gga never did nothin’
forgot you was 41, that’s why i ain’t even dissin’
’bout to go with miah kenzo, ’cause i think that she missin’
they like “porter, he go crazy, he on beast mode”
drill rappers fallin’ off, they say that sh*t like every week though
get a bag up wit’ my b*tch, then i dip to puerto rico
b*tch, i’m kickin’ down the door while n*ggas lookin’ through the peephole
i ain’t feelin’ murda right now, because she did some certain sh*t
n*ggas took you under wings and then you went and did some bird sh*t
nervous, i know n*ggas gettin’ nervous
murda gettin’ murdered, now murdery in the sermon
i hope bandman there when sh*t get real
tiny b a gangsta b*tch, i let her hold my steel
i ain’t even flash the gun, but dudey got low
catch him on his block and leave him bl**dy on the o
that d luciano tryna take my swag though
that n*gga got bad beat selection and a bad flow
n*gga talkin’ crazy on the net, but when he seen the guys he ran
then he only tried to diss me because he know that he a fan
sha gz went to the dentist and finally got his tooth fixed
where the f*ck is rocco balla? he still f*ckin’ around with two 6
yus still black as sh*t and he still rap like batman
catch leeky g and the bando and ima hit him wit’ a backhand
i’m creepin’ through the doug, and i’m lookin’ for a sweeper
but i’m not ek, i’m not about to pull a pudgy
this n*gga really ugly, who the f*ck is his barber?
i hate his f*ckin’ haircut
[outro]
yo, i hate this n*gga haircut, word to my dead
bro, i hate ek haircut bro
ek haircut get me tight, i know ek haircut get everybody tight
i don’t know why this n*gga don’t go get a f*ckin’ shapeup or somethin’, and all his shapeups lookin’ f*cked up
i don’t know, it’s something with his hairline that just be f*ckin’ with my brain bro, i can’t* this sh*t get me tight yo, word to my dead
fix your f*ckin’ hairline
you n*ggas get me tight, all y’all drill n*ggas is weird, like how you wanna be friends again after dissing everybody deads?
how everybody cool? how everybody just k*mbaya, i don’t understand
y’all was dissing everybody dead, sh*t be weird, i just can’t do it
i can’t f*ck wit’ y’all n*ggas, y’all n*ggas is weird, y’all n*ggas is fake
and i don’t like y’all n*ggas, ahhh
suck my d*ck, grrah (y’all n*ggas is crazy, word to my dead)
know what the f*ck it is, n*gga
big f*ckin’ steppa, big porter, drill k pt. 2
all these n*ggas suck, they can’t f*ck with me
it’s about to be 4 months, d*mn near about to be in the next year and n0body said sh*t
i’m talkin’ crazy, i don’t give a f*ck, n*ggas cannot f*ck with us (the king of new york)
it’s danger! (word to my mother)

- tae porter

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