Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song At The Kappa , by - Big K.R.I.T.. Release date: 12.08.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
At The Kappa |
| Living life like its 4PM at the Kappa |
| Word to Slim Thug on four Swangas and adapters |
| Shine on my vessel got my statue in the rafters |
| Balling in the mix from here and thereafter |
| Wrote another chapter bout climbing up the ladder |
| Got glass on the dash I just hope it don’t shatter |
| Into pieces, diamond in the gold in the teefis |
| Accent the features, pants with the creases, prestigious |
| With that player shit when I play |
| The bass might knock the bumper off any day |
| Keep the drank in tray, put the Big by the K |
| Don’t be fronting on my name, you can’t live where I stay |
| You don’t pay what I pay to get the Kobe filet |
| You prolly thinking Lakers I was talking bout steak |
| It’s marble on the plate, crustaceans on the way |
| Got tired of catching shrimp, so I mixed up the bait |
| I mixed up the batter, then I baked up the cake |
| I chopped up the slices and scraped off the flake |
| I’m sorry for the mix-up, man, scraped off the fake |
| It ain’t enough salt to get tossed to kill my chase |
| Creeping like a slug in a slab on a slope |
| But if I do the dash I can keep up with the bose |
| The Wraiths, the Rarries, the Lex and the Ghost |
| If you ain’t riding foreign this some shit you can’t decode |
| I hate to be high sadity, but I gotta be it |
| Getting green, best show on earth, I gotta see it |
| That shit was super drastic, we reachin' in the dashes |
| Throw away the throwaway we recycling the plastic |
| Pay my own way, buy whatever I imagine |
| The only time a nigga carry me is in a casket |
| Straight off the porch, poke my chest our for real |
| Fell out the womb prolly showing my grill |
| Sipped on the syrup before I started coughin' |
| Prolly hit the southside before I started walking |
| Knew about eat eat before I started talking |
| Balling up my fist trying to keep these haters off me |
| Crucifix charm the only thing that could cross me |
| Lauryn Hill flow had to kill these track softly |
| Acrobatic trunk, let it flip and let it thump |
| From the bass out the jump that’s that Dominique Dawes |
| Run away with it Usain with the dash |
| Olympic gold medal standing up for the cash |
| I’m itching for the scratch you would think I had a rash |
| Barre Baby in the deck had a nigga acting bad |
| In my crooked plates all the way to Beltway |
| The way I do it H-Town you think a nigga stayed |
| All the way to Dallas, the 15s you feel it |
| Jamming Big Tuck talking southside the realest |
| I was born with the gumpshun, you wouldn’t know where to get it |
| Turn anger into green you can call me Bill Bixby |
| Hulk with the grind and the hustle’s incredible |
| Order the expensive bottle even if it’s terrible |
| Deadstock J’s I’m wearin', they ain’t even wearable |
| The rhyme show the time and the chime like a parable |
| Practice what I preach grab the bib for a freak |
| Let her gobble on my meat till I bust in her cheek |
| Then it’s back on the creep for the fetty and the gwalla |
| Groundhog Day do it all over tomorrow |
| Might catch a plane and get fly for no reason |
| Cuz some shit you just can’t sprinkle for the season |
| Some shit you just can’t, you just can’t |
| Like dethrone a king and follow me off in the bank |
| Tae bo flow kick that shit like Billy Blanks |
| Just have the lint brush if I ever wear the mink |
| Living life like its 4PM at the Kappa |
| Word to Slim Thug on four Swangas and adapters |
| Shine on my vessel got my statue in the rafters |
| Balling in the mix from here and thereafter |
| Living life like its 4PM at the Kappa |
| Word to Slim Thug on four Swangas and adapters |
| Shine on my vessel got my statue in the rafters |
| Balling in the mix from here and thereafter |