Dark Knight (feat. Your Stepdad)

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Kape Klone

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I got opiate in my motherfucking veins
Dripping novocain out my fucking cardigan
Mess around and, mess around and drop the top in top in
Multi K on chains, looking like i'm switching lanes
All you losing names, saying i'm the one to blame
All i'm losing is change, f*ck around leave you deranged
Pull up in the fucking range, but this shit's been prearranged

Dark Knight, in the city causing having
New kicks, new whips, I gotta have it

Woah, woah, I'm back with the mac
Saw him at target, but now where he at
Bro out here running like rats on a track
I cannot lie bro i'm whiter than snow
Pull up on me and let's see how it goes
See that boy tommy, he pale as a ghost
Yeah thats me you long ass nose
These boys around you but none of them know
You's a lil bitch imma let this thing blow
Ay, reload the mags and then we got to dip
No one pressing me with his .9 on my hip
Whip a new car, got a brand new tec
Name is Gaines so i'm real real vet

Dark Knight, in the city causing having
New kicks, new whips, I gotta have it

Foreign lil shawty got, damn ay
Foreign lil shawty got cake from the crib nigga
She don't even know how to act around real niggas
Hop on the beat and then make me a milli
How come you niggas still talking through pillows
Feeling the bands, make it feel like hips
Play with the racks boy it feel like chips
Play with the bitches had played with my chips
Hanging with blacks had shortened my chips
I hope they shorten my big homie's sentence
Fro got caught with pounds, and rounds, and clips
F*ck with that cut so i'm running this bread up for bail
Bitch nigga talking his rounds, get found with his bitch
Everything I make don't sound like it miss
Backclap sound that's the sound of his momma
I might turn down a label, they shortened my commas
Bitch i'm black and my bread talk like Mo Bamba
I be talking to woman that's not your hoe
He don't be talking with women besides his momma
My rubber band lining up my commas
This rubber band worth about your salary
This rubber band could've choked out the opps

Ay, rubber band choked out the opps and we come in with glocks (hella glocks)
That's your friend hell no, that's my bitch
Got new kicks, got new whips, in the city looking slick
In the city looking slick, little bitty what you dig
What's that G-Shock on my wrist, what's that check laid on my kicks
I might check you, no chex mix, in the garage I got like six
And my cousin moving bricks, while i'm out here with these pricks
I say I liked 'em that's not it, I just need you for a lick
My day ones they know i'm it, shawty drooling on my fit
And this clown he needs to sit, sat him down and got him hit
All this pressure need to quit, windows chilling with a tint
I can really do any style huh

Dark Knight, in the city causing having
New kicks, new whips, I gotta have it

Yuh, Kape Klone, Stepdad, what watch that

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