Lyrics Best of the Best - Kalou

Best of the Best

Woah Elrim
That’s his tag
Pray to Jesus cuz it’s 4te
Hook:
Bust down right in the cock pit (Woah)
Ass out just to come and talk shit (Ugh)
All the bros call me the kingpin (Yeah)
When she get down it’s a real ting (Aah)
Imma get the bands for the fam (Safe)
Imma get lambs for the gang (What)
Imma get cheques on my neck (ice)
Imma get best of the best (best)
Bridge:
Kalou get the best of the best x4
I get the best of the best x4
Working and burning through all of the hours regardless if pussies be talking
down sour
Hitting the bands while I’m feeding my powers we building the steps at the top
of the tower
I know how it goes in the game with and my flow but you better be watchin dare
speak on a bro
I swear that I’m made for the top on the low cuz I drop every fufu like I’m am
the show
VVS rings on my finger (ugh)
Rare baby mama she ginger (hah)
Swipe on a bitch with no tinder (awh)
Da Vinci your girl is my picture (Yeet)
Do everything with preci-sion
Don’t care about your opin-ion
Stop me I’ll win the colli-sion
Splitting the fakes with divi-sion
Brown boy on the top cuz I walk on the block (walk on the block)
If you want the static you asked for a shock (you asked for a shock)
Like Kodak the boys know I’m never gon flock (I'm never gon flock)
Your sneakers you wanting you know that I got it
When out of stock (Bitch)
Bridge:
Yea most of the time I get my sneakers pretty early
Haha, you know!
Lemme do round 2!
Let’s get in this right now!
Hook:
Bust down right in the cock pit (Woah)
Ass out just to come and talk shit (Ugh)
All the bros call me the kingpin (Yeah)
When she get down it’s a real ting (Aah)
Imma get the bands for the fam (Safe)
Imma get lambs for the gang (What)
Imma get cheques on my neck (ice)
Imma get best of the best (best)
Bridge:
Kalou get the best of the best x4
I get the best of the best x4
Pockets in shape, balling a habit
Up on my own, don’t need the acid
Tracks on the average, always a classic
Bugs on my neck cuz he want all the carats
Pray to the lord that my brothers live long
Hating but adding a play to my song
Smoke for the people who right on a bong
Swish on the stepback cuz rish be on song
Smacking and whacking you won’t catch us lacking
Snapping and slapping your lights gonna blacken
Battered and flattened we’re leaving you flacid
Blasted, havoc make him do backflip
You just wanna talk about an ego or a status
I just wanna bloody see the money and the bag, bitch
Snitches wanna talk about the shit that never happen
Finish up the song while I’m dippin and you cappin, bitch