"KTM" lyrics
KTM four-stroke, whips, they're in auto
I let it bang for my bro, no porno
'Member I was broke, now I'm tryna get more dough
Hundred bag transfer, send me the sort code
Now it's Mazza L20 on the hashtag
Cali in a vac pack, put it in a back-strap
Getting it like track packs
Pull up in a G63, fuck a Scat Pack, Multrak backpack
L20, bro, we don't say brap-brap
Back wheel, back brake, gotta tap that
Fuck the rats so I gotta set rat traps
We attack rats with the wap, rat-a-tat-tat
Old straps, new sweets, gotta slap that
And don't get me pissed off, I wouldn't have that
I'll put a hole in your door like a cat-flap
And then I'm gone in ten seconds like Snapchat
You don't wanna see me like a black cat
'Cause I know my way around like a black cab
When I see a sweat box, I get flashbacks
All them years in a cell, I've got a bad back
Summertime ride outs, glizzy in a man bag
I lost count of the drills like Mad Max
Still walk with a stick like a granddad
KTM four-stroke, whips, they're in auto
I let it bang for my bro, no porno
'Member I was broke, now I'm tryna get more dough
Hundred bag transfer, send me the sort code
Now it's Mazza L20 on the hashtag
Cali in a vac pack, put it in a back-strap
Getting it like track packs
Pull up in a G63, fuck a Scat Pack, Multrak backpack
Imagine if I had a chain with my name on
Fuck that, I can't forget where I came from
Door-to-door sales like we was working for Avon
I was in jail, like, "Where the fuck have my mates gone?"
I was so lonely, reminiscing like Akon
Every day's a struggle, but brother, we gotta stay strong
School days, shoulda been there, but bro, I stayed off
Hungry, tryna get money, tryna get paid off
Roads fucked, innocent kids can catch stray shots
We were stray kids, out like stray dogs
Put your straps in the air if you hate opps
Put your bands in the air if you make prof
Middle finger to the haters if they watch
My bird's got tits like Pamela in Baywatch
Woke up then forgot what the day was
I done a booting on a bike and then I made off
You know me, new nina, it stays cocked
And free D, they said he slapped like eight shots
Feel like Juice WRLD, had a switch in a black Benz
I don't do codeine with my black friends
I can take you back when, when we had the MAC-10
Back then, we was with the cats in the crack den
If you're not using the strap, I want it back then
I'm a Scouser, you can tell by the accent
KTM four-stroke, whips, they're in auto
I let it bang for my bro, no porno
'Member I was broke, now I'm tryna get more dough
Hundred bag transfer, send me the sort code
Now it's Mazza L20 on the hashtag
Cali in a vac pack, put it in a back-strap
Getting it like track packs
Pull up in a G63, fuck a Scat Pack, Multrak backpack
I let it bang for my bro, no porno
'Member I was broke, now I'm tryna get more dough
Hundred bag transfer, send me the sort code
Now it's Mazza L20 on the hashtag
Cali in a vac pack, put it in a back-strap
Getting it like track packs
Pull up in a G63, fuck a Scat Pack, Multrak backpack
L20, bro, we don't say brap-brap
Back wheel, back brake, gotta tap that
Fuck the rats so I gotta set rat traps
We attack rats with the wap, rat-a-tat-tat
Old straps, new sweets, gotta slap that
And don't get me pissed off, I wouldn't have that
I'll put a hole in your door like a cat-flap
And then I'm gone in ten seconds like Snapchat
You don't wanna see me like a black cat
'Cause I know my way around like a black cab
When I see a sweat box, I get flashbacks
All them years in a cell, I've got a bad back
Summertime ride outs, glizzy in a man bag
I lost count of the drills like Mad Max
Still walk with a stick like a granddad
KTM four-stroke, whips, they're in auto
I let it bang for my bro, no porno
'Member I was broke, now I'm tryna get more dough
Hundred bag transfer, send me the sort code
Now it's Mazza L20 on the hashtag
Cali in a vac pack, put it in a back-strap
Getting it like track packs
Pull up in a G63, fuck a Scat Pack, Multrak backpack
Imagine if I had a chain with my name on
Fuck that, I can't forget where I came from
Door-to-door sales like we was working for Avon
I was in jail, like, "Where the fuck have my mates gone?"
I was so lonely, reminiscing like Akon
Every day's a struggle, but brother, we gotta stay strong
School days, shoulda been there, but bro, I stayed off
Hungry, tryna get money, tryna get paid off
Roads fucked, innocent kids can catch stray shots
We were stray kids, out like stray dogs
Put your straps in the air if you hate opps
Put your bands in the air if you make prof
Middle finger to the haters if they watch
My bird's got tits like Pamela in Baywatch
Woke up then forgot what the day was
I done a booting on a bike and then I made off
You know me, new nina, it stays cocked
And free D, they said he slapped like eight shots
Feel like Juice WRLD, had a switch in a black Benz
I don't do codeine with my black friends
I can take you back when, when we had the MAC-10
Back then, we was with the cats in the crack den
If you're not using the strap, I want it back then
I'm a Scouser, you can tell by the accent
KTM four-stroke, whips, they're in auto
I let it bang for my bro, no porno
'Member I was broke, now I'm tryna get more dough
Hundred bag transfer, send me the sort code
Now it's Mazza L20 on the hashtag
Cali in a vac pack, put it in a back-strap
Getting it like track packs
Pull up in a G63, fuck a Scat Pack, Multrak backpack
