KT Foreign
Can’t Make It Up
[Verse 1: KT Foreign]
Got this Glock 23 and its evident
Slide thru, dont miss, tell em try again
Why i gotta keep this stick, cause thats how it is
Bands on me, that is fly, cause thats how I live
10 bands on his head, got the drop on em
Slide thru, get popped like its pop winner[?]
Heard them clowns speakin down, flex the guap on em
Sometimes your own n***as hate, it don't stop nothin
N***as swervin in my lane, get they lane gone
Last n***a want smoke, now his chain gone
If you ain't slidin for the cause, what you made for?
N***as favorin they change, bitch thats pray-to-go[?]
Aye. But its a lot of these n***as
XD hеat stick, pop on these n***as
Thuggin, gettin monеy, feel like Pac on these n***as
N***as plottin, I got shooters, stick mopped all these n***as
Gang

[Chorus: Sethii Schamctt]
Brodie got the mop, you wanna play with us?
Bunk bitch, out my face, get yo paper up
If she slidin with that bag I'm finna scrape it up
Everything I rap, real chop, I can't make it up
And we getting money
Thats a fact bitch, cash shit, tell on yo homies, yeah thats some rat shit
Fuck that, slide with a 40, im finna blast shit
50 bands, got it after trappin my last bitch
[Verse 2: GBo Lean]
I done got it after trappin my last bitch
How you can't cap bruh, talkin cash shit
5-4-3-2-1, Im finna blast shit
The wrong one to test, leave yo body in a casket
Poof!
Make em dissapear
I know magic
Ain't no metal over here, we tote plastic
Leave that bitch n***a stretched, no elastic
Like airport, luggages be packin
All my whips come foreign, like KT
Am I spludgin? Thats a yes, no or maybe?
I lost wieght but I'm still heavy baby. Bold dick in her guts, got her lazy
Tell a- tell a broke a bitch get her paper up
No dreadlocks, [?]
Tell a broke a bitch get her paper up
No dreadlocks, [?]

[Chorus: Sethii Schamctt]
Brodie got the mop, you wanna play with us?
Bunk bitch, out my face, get yo paper up
If she slidin with that bag I'm finna scrape it up
Everything I rap, real chop, I can't make it up
And we getting money
Thats a fact bitch, cash shit, tell on yo homies, yeah thats some rat shit
Fuck that, slide with a 40, im finna blast shit
50 bands, got it after trappin my last bitch
Brodie got the mop, you wanna play with us?
Bunk bitch, out my face, get yo paper up
If she slidin with that bag I'm finna scrape it up
Everything I rap, real chop, I can't make it up
And we getting money, thats a fact bitch
Cash shit, tell on yo homies, yeah thats some rat shit
Fuck that, slide with a 40, im finna blast shit
50 bands, got it after trappin my last bitch