Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song KD, artist - Dave East.
Date of issue: 01.10.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
KD |
Beg your pardon, I ain’t at the garden |
I’m a Harlem nigga, I’m at Dyckman |
My favorite shooter had to switch states, tryna stay low from inditements |
I been the same nigga since diapers |
Same nigga with no license |
Same nigga caught the train nigga |
Nw I’m gettin brain from your wifey |
You need a pass just to come 'round |
I need that Rolly face bust down |
Tryna chill cause it’s Ramadan but I kill these niggas when that sun down |
I ain’t cooling less gun round |
You can lose your life over one pound |
Take my time in the trap stressing |
I’m baggin up in a rush now |
Fuck what you thought, this not L. A |
So we ain’t driving by, we gon' pull up and park |
Catch you at the light, make it get dark |
In the night when bitches taking it off |
I’m just tryna get my cake up, my bitch bad with no makeup |
Gunning for ya, got a hungry lawyer |
Go up in the court and shoot a case up |
Bully probably pull a up, I been thinking bout that ghost shit |
I’m retarded when it comes to cops, on my momma I don’t know shit |
On my momma I done sold nicks |
Not a liar, never sold bricks |
If they raid the crib nigga, don’t snitch |
Everybody get it, I got no picks |
Trey pounds, that’s a KD |
Pray to God they don’t take me |
Rolex or a A. P |
226 with no safety |
Get some work, hit the road |
We was hustling in the Cove |
Feel it when it hit your nose |
Waking up with different hoes |
Trey pounds, that’s a KD |
Pray to God they don’t take me |
Rolex or a A. P |
226 with no safety |
Get some work, hit the road |
We was hustling in the Cove |
Feel it when it hit your nose |
Waking up with different hoes |
Trey pound, that’s a KD |
I ain’t showing up if they don’t pay me |
Been nice since these bitches on to me lately |
Telling me that I look good, telling me that I smell nice |
This why I sell sour D, still on my moms for that bail price |
Play ball and I played the trap |
I can tell you what them scales like |
Had a celly with a bunk bed, I can tell you what them jails like |
Cop shit before we hit the streets, you still waiting for that sell price |
Stepped on and get dismissed |
We like big fish, talking whale type |
45 that’s a come back, east river where they dump that |
Bed breakfast on Linox Ave |
Got a flight to Vegas, where lunch at |
My youngin got it, he can pump that |
My homie hit it, I don’t want that |
Hate a bitch that never got here own |
Always asking niggas where the blunts at |
33 that’s a Scot Pip |
Foreign bitch up in the drop six |
Thinking when I couldn’t cop shit |
I would trap in Queens, Fetty Wap shit |
Rockstar need a moshpit |
Live a thug life on some Pac shit |
Fly nigga need a cockpit |
You ain’t fucking with me, you can watch this |
Trey pounds, that’s a KD |
Pray to God they don’t take me |
Rolex or a A. P |
226 with no safety |
Get some work, hit the road |
We was hustling in the Cove |
Feel it when it hit your nose |
Waking up with different hoes |
Trey pounds, that’s a KD |
Pray to God they don’t take me |
Rolex or a A. P |
226 with no safety |
Get some work, hit the road |
We was hustling in the Cove |
Feel it when it hit your nose |
Waking up with different hoes |
Trey pounds, that’s a KD |
Trey pounds, that’s a KD |
Trey pounds, that’s a KD |
Trey pounds, that’s a KD |
Trey pounds, that’s a KD |
Trey pounds, that’s a KD |
Trey pounds, that’s a KD |
Trey pounds, that’s a KD |