Coko Lokos (feat. Luh Pluto)

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Yung Kraut

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Been a minute since I rapped
Gotta dust this shit off
You a bitch, boy
You been rich, boy

You a snitch, boy
I can smell it miles away
I can sniff out a lil' bitch, boy
You a trick, boy

Taking flicks, boy
Wonder how your mama feel
Knowing that she raised up a lil' bitch, boy
How it feel knowing that you ain't shit

How you gon' get bitched in front of your bitch
You an embarrassment to you and all your homies
Bet after that, they just left you by your lonely
Can you blame em? I don't be around no ho

Can you blame em? I don't blame em all fo sho
When I blam em, I don't blam em all for show
Might be a rockstar, but my rap shit's still dope
You don't like my shit? Go ahead and cope

Hit the blunt, I lace that shit, I hope you choke, bitch
I'm about drippier than fucking okeechobee
got your bitch hittin' my phone
Sayin', come on so you can choke me

It's gon' take more than some words out here to fuckin' provoke me
It was kraut up on this bitch, but y'all already fuckin' know me
One last bar, I'ma pass this shit right off to my homie
Yeah, snitch, boy

You a fuckin' bitch, boy
Come all round the gang, we gon' get you fuckin' lit, boy
Stealin' all my f*ck, I'ma get my fuckin' lick, boy
Talkin' all that shit, we gon' send the fuckin' blicks, boy

Hoppin' out the coupe, me and gang, we finna shoot
Nigga, who the f*ck is you? I'ma up this bitch and
You fuckin' dumbass nigga, you ain't think we pullin' triggers
How the f*ck you claim you gangster, you ain't never robbed a nigga

All y'all bitches childish, you might need a babysitter
Got so much fuckin' hatred, I stay killin' cause I'm bitter
All your bitches stay with me cause they know I'm always litter
Some y'all niggas gay, you stay wearin' all that glitter

Don't worry, your bitch stay with me, I stay with all my hitters
Ayy, and I'ma pass this back to my nigga
Bullets headed to your cranium
See them boys and I'm gon' stain me one

If its business, I'm gon' stand on it
Claiming you gangsta, put your fuckin' mans on it
You know you a bullshitter, yeah, you lyin' to us
You know you a damn quitter, now you cryin' from us

I could not imagine runnin' like that, but you did
Bullets flyin' everywhere, not exclusive
Way your bitch walk around my house, you think that she a nudist
Go tell them that kraut is a hitter, but they knew this

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