"Kaka" lyrics
(Fanatix)
Velli
Turn a young boy to the D, not Abba
Dotty, know Dutch, not nice like Baka
Under my coat, that's a brand new wap (Trust)
Man grab it and kick it like Kaka
Spent more than five years in the cell (Facts)
They had the young boy in the slammer
All of my niggas do murders and robberies
I'm from where they robbed Juelz Santana
Don't need no central in this
Gang unit know I'm a gangster
Just gotta play for Sahara Grill (Yeah)
Don't put no ice in my Fanta
The plug still talkin' 'bout future plans
If I burn this bridge, it don't matter (No)
It's Dutch from the fifth
Dun' know how the ting set mad up (Yeah)
Dun' know how the ting set mad up
Too much gyal, get grab up
Too much stab it and dig it and twist it
'Round here, too much man get stab up (Come here)
Bare man wanna do rap
Too much cap, the ting don't add up (No)
Ride around town, windows black
Move back 'fore the thing go black opp, ayy (Brrt)
Bad B tell me she on me
I'm like "Bend your back for my dargy"
I just bought a thousand grams of the clam
Pack goin' up North like Vardy
I gotta give thanks for my gun
What would I do without you, my chargie?
(What would I do without you, my chargie?)
Sixteen shots, get these pagans off me
Dun' know how the ting set different
Dutch, countless drillings
Way before waps and kitchen knives (Uh-uh)
Made do with mummy's kitchen (Facts)
Tell my young boy "Carry this wap" (Carry that)
You don't want to get caught slippin' (No)
If I stab it, dig it, twist it
Then I'm probably gonna leave it in him (Dutch)
No comment, no snitching
No face, I don't wanna go prison
Been there, I don't wanna go back
I lost so much time to the system (Facts)
Champagne for all of the pain, ain't nothin' but Don Pérignon when I'm pissin' (Yeah)
Left me out in the rain, I know they're gonna call my name when I'm missin'
Dun' know how the ting set mad up
Too much gyal, get grab up (Yeah)
Too much stab it and dig it and twist it
'Round here, too much man get stab up (Come here)
Bare man wanna do rap
Too much cap, the ting don't add up (No)
Ride around town, windows black
Move back 'fore the thing go black opp, ayy (Brrt)
Velli
Turn a young boy to the D, not Abba
Dotty, know Dutch, not nice like Baka
Under my coat, that's a brand new wap (Trust)
Man grab it and kick it like Kaka
Spent more than five years in the cell (Facts)
They had the young boy in the slammer
All of my niggas do murders and robberies
I'm from where they robbed Juelz Santana
Don't need no central in this
Gang unit know I'm a gangster
Just gotta play for Sahara Grill (Yeah)
Don't put no ice in my Fanta
The plug still talkin' 'bout future plans
If I burn this bridge, it don't matter (No)
It's Dutch from the fifth
Dun' know how the ting set mad up (Yeah)
Dun' know how the ting set mad up
Too much gyal, get grab up
Too much stab it and dig it and twist it
'Round here, too much man get stab up (Come here)
Bare man wanna do rap
Too much cap, the ting don't add up (No)
Ride around town, windows black
Move back 'fore the thing go black opp, ayy (Brrt)
Bad B tell me she on me
I'm like "Bend your back for my dargy"
I just bought a thousand grams of the clam
Pack goin' up North like Vardy
I gotta give thanks for my gun
What would I do without you, my chargie?
(What would I do without you, my chargie?)
Sixteen shots, get these pagans off me
Dun' know how the ting set different
Dutch, countless drillings
Way before waps and kitchen knives (Uh-uh)
Made do with mummy's kitchen (Facts)
Tell my young boy "Carry this wap" (Carry that)
You don't want to get caught slippin' (No)
If I stab it, dig it, twist it
Then I'm probably gonna leave it in him (Dutch)
No comment, no snitching
No face, I don't wanna go prison
Been there, I don't wanna go back
I lost so much time to the system (Facts)
Champagne for all of the pain, ain't nothin' but Don Pérignon when I'm pissin' (Yeah)
Left me out in the rain, I know they're gonna call my name when I'm missin'
Dun' know how the ting set mad up
Too much gyal, get grab up (Yeah)
Too much stab it and dig it and twist it
'Round here, too much man get stab up (Come here)
Bare man wanna do rap
Too much cap, the ting don't add up (No)
Ride around town, windows black
Move back 'fore the thing go black opp, ayy (Brrt)
Writer(s): Adrian Francis, Curtis James, Stephan Fabulous Allen
