"K.O." lyrics
BunnaB, YKNIECE & Black Queen Lyrics
Ah-da-da-da (Tugga on the beat)
Ice Cream Girl, huh, it's me (Thank you, Chef Chan)
Woo, huh
Put a bitch-nigga on block (Block)
So down bad, these hoes just broke and mad, they ain't no opps (Hm)
Ain't talkin' 'bout no cash and that's a red flag, and you need to stop (Stop)
I'm so deep in my bag, he puttin' me first, these hoes in the last spot (Aha)
Got a bitch watchin' my moves, she stalkin' my page, she ready to crash out (Baow, baow)
Ho worryin' 'bout what I do and what I say, she ready to crash out (Brr; Baow, baow)
These hoes tone shit down when I come around, these hoes ain't crash outs
These hoes turn to fans, whenever they see me they pull they flash out (Hm)
Fuck it then, bitch, be bad then (I dare ya)
Tired of talkin' 'bout what you gon' do
Pull up on me and crash then (She a crash)
These hoes low-key fans, they want my spot, they make it they patent (What the fuck?)
These hoes high-key wanna be friends for real, well, bitch, just ask then (Shit)
Top floor kickin' my feet up (Overly)
I done made a mad ho link up (Jeez)
I done met a bum bitch team up (What the hell?)
Bitch think she got tea, ho, drink up (Is it good?)
Money on me like a Brinks truck
Can't look, girl, me, I'm all grown (I'm all grown)
Nigga, it cost a dime to be on this line
Don't even call my phone (Sucker-ass nigga; Hm)
Put a bitch-nigga on block (On block)
So down bad, these hoes just broke and mad, they ain't no opps (Uh-uh; Hm)
Ain't talkin' 'bout no cash and that's a red flag, and you need to stop (Stop; Pussy)
I'm so deep in my bag, he puttin' me first, these hoes in the last spot (Aha)
Got a bitch watchin' my moves, she stalkin' my page, she ready to crash out (She ready; Baow, baow)
Ho worryin' 'bout what I do and what I say, she ready to crash out (Brr; Baow, baow)
These hoes tone shit down when I come around, these hoes ain't crash outs (They fans)
These hoes turn to fans, whenever they see me they pull they flash out (Best be cute, bitch)
I'm the one pressin' the issue
And puttin' these bitches in line, they fried out (In hell)
Burnt out hoes, they dried up (What?)
Keep talkin' 'bout she gon' crash out
Ho ain't never did shit to me, but what? (And ain't)
But make me laugh now (On God)
These niggas can't do shit for me, but what?
But bring that bag out (Pussy-nigga)
Yeah, okay, she want some attention (Uh-uh)
BQ drop shit in suspension (Uh-huh)
BQ check shit like engines (Facts)
They see me, they come to they senses (On God)
She wanna go back and forth on the 'net, uh-uh, I don't play tennis (And don't)
She jammin', she ain't game
She can't hang, I'm not with the lame shit, fuck-ass ho (Uh-uh)
Put a bitch-nigga on block (Block)
So down bad, these hoes just broke and mad, they ain't no opps (Hm)
Ain't talkin' 'bout no cash and that's a red flag, and you need to stop (Stop)
I'm so deep in my bag, he puttin' me first, these hoes in the last spot (Aha)
Got a bitch watchin' my moves, she stalkin' my page, she ready to crash out (Baow, baow)
Ho worryin' 'bout what I do and what I say, she ready to crash out (Brr: Baow, baow)
These hoes tone shit down when I come around, these hoes ain't crash outs
These hoes turn to fans, whenever they see me they pull they flash out
Ice Cream Girl, huh, it's me (Thank you, Chef Chan)
Woo, huh
Put a bitch-nigga on block (Block)
So down bad, these hoes just broke and mad, they ain't no opps (Hm)
Ain't talkin' 'bout no cash and that's a red flag, and you need to stop (Stop)
I'm so deep in my bag, he puttin' me first, these hoes in the last spot (Aha)
Got a bitch watchin' my moves, she stalkin' my page, she ready to crash out (Baow, baow)
Ho worryin' 'bout what I do and what I say, she ready to crash out (Brr; Baow, baow)
These hoes tone shit down when I come around, these hoes ain't crash outs
These hoes turn to fans, whenever they see me they pull they flash out (Hm)
Fuck it then, bitch, be bad then (I dare ya)
Tired of talkin' 'bout what you gon' do
Pull up on me and crash then (She a crash)
These hoes low-key fans, they want my spot, they make it they patent (What the fuck?)
These hoes high-key wanna be friends for real, well, bitch, just ask then (Shit)
Top floor kickin' my feet up (Overly)
I done made a mad ho link up (Jeez)
I done met a bum bitch team up (What the hell?)
Bitch think she got tea, ho, drink up (Is it good?)
Money on me like a Brinks truck
Can't look, girl, me, I'm all grown (I'm all grown)
Nigga, it cost a dime to be on this line
Don't even call my phone (Sucker-ass nigga; Hm)
Put a bitch-nigga on block (On block)
So down bad, these hoes just broke and mad, they ain't no opps (Uh-uh; Hm)
Ain't talkin' 'bout no cash and that's a red flag, and you need to stop (Stop; Pussy)
I'm so deep in my bag, he puttin' me first, these hoes in the last spot (Aha)
Got a bitch watchin' my moves, she stalkin' my page, she ready to crash out (She ready; Baow, baow)
Ho worryin' 'bout what I do and what I say, she ready to crash out (Brr; Baow, baow)
These hoes tone shit down when I come around, these hoes ain't crash outs (They fans)
These hoes turn to fans, whenever they see me they pull they flash out (Best be cute, bitch)
I'm the one pressin' the issue
And puttin' these bitches in line, they fried out (In hell)
Burnt out hoes, they dried up (What?)
Keep talkin' 'bout she gon' crash out
Ho ain't never did shit to me, but what? (And ain't)
But make me laugh now (On God)
These niggas can't do shit for me, but what?
But bring that bag out (Pussy-nigga)
Yeah, okay, she want some attention (Uh-uh)
BQ drop shit in suspension (Uh-huh)
BQ check shit like engines (Facts)
They see me, they come to they senses (On God)
She wanna go back and forth on the 'net, uh-uh, I don't play tennis (And don't)
She jammin', she ain't game
She can't hang, I'm not with the lame shit, fuck-ass ho (Uh-uh)
Put a bitch-nigga on block (Block)
So down bad, these hoes just broke and mad, they ain't no opps (Hm)
Ain't talkin' 'bout no cash and that's a red flag, and you need to stop (Stop)
I'm so deep in my bag, he puttin' me first, these hoes in the last spot (Aha)
Got a bitch watchin' my moves, she stalkin' my page, she ready to crash out (Baow, baow)
Ho worryin' 'bout what I do and what I say, she ready to crash out (Brr: Baow, baow)
These hoes tone shit down when I come around, these hoes ain't crash outs
These hoes turn to fans, whenever they see me they pull they flash out
