K&A Songtext
von KAYTRAMINÉ

Yeah, yeah
You know, she called me on my phone, asked me what I′m sippin' on
Look

Louis in my cup (Cup), Louis on my clothes (Clothes)
Lou smoking Gabagool, we pass that pick and roll (True)
My white tee be so crisp, look like the French tips on the toes (Woo)
All my money straight, so a mean ain′t never fold (True)
I'm back on, back on, back on
Shit they thought was hard, I pass on
Bitch, I'm Dre, I get my Mack on
If that ass is fat, I′ll last long

Found solace in promises kept by bitches who swallowin′
All my kids, they keep gobblin'
Right for who? They keep hollerin′
ARs with the silencers, shot for us, but we silence 'em
Niggas hate, but they wan′ be us
Jealousy be so fond of us
Presidential on my wrist, now I'm the head of state

Everybody want the fame, but don′t know what it take


Can't be your true self while seekin' validation (Why, why?)
Gotta learn to let go, that′s infatuation
I said, can′t be your true self while seekin' validation (Why, why?)
Gotta learn to let go, that′s infatuation

So it's K to the (A to the) A to the (K to the)
Doin′ what we want 'cause we want, nigga
I said it′s K to the (A to the) A to the (K to the)
Doin' what we want 'cause we want, nigga

Leases on your chain, leases on your chain (True)
Your ego got an ego, now your ego got a chain (Jheez)
Mi amigo, pobrecito, be yourself and stay the same (True)
It′s hard to keep your friends when
You just friendly for the fame (Hey)
More cap in this rap shit than your graduation (Yes, sir)
Hatin′ niggas be the ones out here congratulatin' (Yes, sir)
I don′t know who you are (Nope), beef ain't nothin′ to moi (Nope)
Niggas be delusional, thinkin' we close, but we far (Bitch)
You out of place, get my weed out of state

Pretty bitches give me face, on their knees like rollin′ trays

Got a main and a bae, don't care what these niggas say


Ballin', fuck a resume, pull her hair
Fuck the lace (That′s very true)
I got plaques to get my kids
But until I′m six feet deep, I will continue to run this shit, bitch

Can't be your true self while seekin′ validation
Gotta learn to let go, that's infatuation
I said, can′t be your true self while seekin' validation
Gotta learn to let go, that′s infatuation

So it's K to the (A to the) A to the (K to the)
Doin' what we want ′cause we want, nigga
I said it′s K to the (A to the) A to the (K to the)
Doin' what we want ′cause we want

Hatin' niggas, I′m sick of it
Why we talk, you listen
Fightin' me, my fist up
Caught your shit like crystal
Hatin′ niggas, I'm sick of it
Why we talk, you listen
Fightin' me, my fist up
Caught your shit like crystal

Yeah, wake up, wake up
Yeah, yeah
Wake up, wake up, yeah
Gone for a moment, but not forever, not for long
(Throw up your K′s)
Remind these niggas, man, look, yee

Hoes who used to play me get the Michael B (Ugh)
My biggest haters niggas who didn′t make the league (True)
Sold out dates, seen all seven seas (Yee)
Bluetooth connected to a thousand SUVs

Y'all bought the same fit, but couldn′t buy the steez

Rappers kick the same shit, but couldn't match the fee (Woo)
Bitch, I′m in my bag, not in the industry (True)
The flow so player, play that shit in the limousine

Okay, rappers, wrap it up (Yeah)
Kaytranada, best rap album, competition none (Yeah)
Underrated, they tryna act like I ain't drop seventy-one (Yeah)
Sycamore said it best, all you niggas bums (True, true)
These niggas keep on talkin′ in my
Ear like I care, but I don't (Don't)
Shorties unsendin′ DMs and rappers won′t (Won't)
Talk to me dicey (Nope)
′Cause they know the verses gettin' very, very pricey (True)
Call my nigga Richie when I need assurance (True)

503 In AZ, bitch, I look like Terrence (True)
Know you listenin′, but you don't fuckin′ hear us

Y'all can keep countin' me out, I′m just gon′ count my carats

I put Halle Berry in my close friends
Why the fuck would all you niggas think I need me more friends?
I don't like you rappers, I don′t like you hoes

Bitch, I'm Calvin Klein and you are Kenneth Cole, yeah

Y′all talkin' like we equals when we know you Smeagols

Two-faced niggas don′t understand we gon' see through

All that bullshit that you hidin'
True colors always show, it′s always perfect timin′ (Timin')