[Intro]
Aye aye aye
Yeah
Aye aye aye
What
Okay
Okay
Yeah
Yeah
KOTA!

[Verse 1]
These n***as don’t be on street shit I ain’t either
‘Cause the way you ‘sposed to move is they can’t see you or can’t hear ya
You n***as don’t got no real respect my boys don’t fear ya
‘Cause we moving like a torn ACL we kill careers
Never miss a shot we spin mo’ times than a record player
That boy ain’t want the smoke like his gang was apart of D.A.R.E
Neve-neve-never miss a shot we spin mo’ times than a wheel at the fair
Put him in the ground six feet deep is where we built his lair
Six feet deep is where we built his grave
The Boys’ll send a bullet he can’t dodge he ain’t Queen Maeve
His Queen may’ve left him when she seen Qenny
That bitch get nasty said she’d eat me quicker than a plate at Denny’s
Hit him in the back of the head “just watch the rabbits Lennie”
Asked him if he want the harder the way he said “My name ain’t Penny”
Got a bitch to turn her wished for it so call me KOTA Timmy
Send the beat my way and Imma cook it call me KOTA Remy
N***a saying that he want the smoke I’ll turn him to a chimney
N***a-n***a-n***a saying that he want the smoke we’ll burn down the house
Fire that I’m spittin’ gotta be the right heat
‘Cause I’m cooking on this beat like I was a special kind of mouse
Got up in her told me “come and wreck it” like I’m KOTA Ralph
King Of The Ark for a reason I come from the South
Haters raving peeping out one eye I call ‘em Odin
I got a white bitch from Baltimore she got me snowed in
If you hear it on my track then you know I’m the one who wrote it
Talking crazy then you can learn if I am the one who tote it
I’m the King I don’t give a single fuck if nobody voted
The way I rip the mic all you n***as should know that I was chosen
That bitch came through and you know she finna eat me like I’m some groceries
That-that-that bitch came through and she finna eat me like I’m a Famous Toastery
Always keeping one in the head my bars and bullets loaded
Bet ain’t none of yo’ n***as real like lawn chairs they folded
[Chorus]
These n***as know they can’t beat me though
Welcome to the K-O TA Qenny Show
Boy I said don’tcha know they can’t beat me though
I said welcome to the KOTA Qenny Show
Aye!

[Verse 2]
I control the heat I spit like a third gen. fire soldier
I don’t give a fuck what you say, don’t listen if I’m too vulgar
N***a thinking that he gangsta boy you ain’t Whitey Bulger
She say she wanna wake up to Qenny can call me KOTA Folgers
I come wit’ heat like hell married me my bars’ll go for long
She told me I can hit whenever if I put her in a song
Easy to control her just first you gotta turn her on
Grab the stick and point it at you now you see the show is on
KOTA!

[Chorus]
These n***as know they can’t beat me though
Welcome to the K-O TA Qenny Show
Boy I said don’tcha know they can’t beat me though
I said welcome to the KOTA Qenny Show
Aye!