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Late Visit - Officialkscott Lyrics

By: Admin | Artist: O officialkscott | Published: 2024-23-09T19:29:06:00+07:00

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[intro]
just wanna rap my sh-t
still hungry
yeah
ay
yo
listen
check me out

[verse]
stu’ workin’ past 5 finna p-ss out
everyday every night till i crash out
think i’m maxed out
then i remember n-ggas broke
i ain’t ever had sh-t then i’m back out
like a druggy king pin on a bad route
like her tummy tucked in but her -ss out
i don’t choke, never run out sh-t to rap ’bout
n-gga i don’t smoke, cause my b-tch already mad loud

rappers runnin’ from defeat when i act out
you could put a hundred on a beef, make a cash cow
count cash
i don’t even count fast
n-ggas don’t account i’m after blood they call me count drac
blacker than a n-gga in a coupe
or gorilla in a suit
or a trigger that be witcha’ when you itchin’ ’bout to shoot
in the booth
cause that’s all a n-gga really know to do
b-tches spittin’ b-tches swallow i’m just tryna spit my truth
(uh)

truth is, i don’t really f-ck with you n-ggas
truth is, i don’t really give a f-ck bout you n-ggas
know i’m selfish
gotta know i’m self-mentored
gotta keep a balance in my life i know i’m self-centered
i done found the key to all the things i’ve never felt better
hottest on the street i let it ring it’s like a bell pepper
i don’t think they see that i’ve been breathin’ in this h-ll weather
nothing got me beat i spit that heat to help me shelf cheddar

tell ’em i believed it i could see it on the cable already
tell that n-gga reason he could start his label already
tell that n-gga jigga i could use a wonderful check
and tell that n-gga kendrick don’t be gettin’ comfortable yet
tell myself i know i could do it i never thought of blowing the music
i need it bruh
speakers and tweeter buzz
higher thinking i’m planning to ball up and keep it blunt
i follow her instagram but she follow the leader bruh

i need a cut
but call up my barber and tell him he good
i’m talkin’ ’bout the fakest of people who tryna eat good
off of my plate
i don’t offer my plate to those who don’t got it like i did when i could still count all of my plays
back on the soundcloud
that was just the top of the phase
i could surround sound
tell it when to stop when to play
and if they playin’ better stop
all my people hurtin’ they don’t see the bigger picture flip it like i’m framin’ a cop

talkin’ smack behind my back i give ’em daps i leave ’em shook
know my fans don’t even wanna hear me rap they want a hook
i don’t overlook
i just wanna get this understood
imma’ murder anything i can in anyway i could
and i would do it
anyone who ever closed the door i put my foot through it
i won’t even walk inside that b-tch, i’d prolly look through it like
“these n-ggas ain’t on sh-t”
“i could ball up on these n-ggas like rozan, lebron, pip (uh)”

stay low
green moves
cul-de-sac
hold the bag
ain’t no
need to
show ’em that
hol’ up
back up in this b-tch i’m black up in this b-tch
p-ssin’ ’em after ’em half of them lackin with the rappin’ in this b-tch
tragic accident handle ’em back and forth a badminton
stack of torches matches flammable ammo damagin’ battle man
i manage to mantle a man of management manifesting no manly mannerisms mansions of mannequins in this b-tch (uh)

all m’s wantin’ all wins
i’ll be chillin’ in the hall of fame where the hall ends
all sick, never call in
f-ck it all in
love it all when they be talkin’
christopher but never walkin’ (walken)
when i walk in, think i be the tallest in the room
and the smallest in the room tend to opt in like:
“you remember me? yous a friend of me”
“i’m a friend of you”
“everything i said was just a joke i’m not offending you”
[k. scott]
“shi…”
“ho…”
“n-gga…”
“what?”
seen you type of cappers up ahead, i don’t give a f-ck
game is all up in the path don’t mean i play in it
didn’t need you in the past what makes today different?
it don’t take a f-ckin’ bag for me to stay business
and trust is all i ever had until you fake b-tches
i ain’t tryna have a chat, i have my way wit’ it
go chill with all them other saps who took a late visit

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