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tunde (uk) - kappa lyrics
[intro]
(stack it)
[chorus x2]
i’m in the trap with my akh, goin’ pack for pack
you man are cappers like two people back to back
i’m in the booth with my pad, goin’ track for track
legit moneys on my mind, tryna turn these rocks to racks
[verse 1]
i’m overseas on my own, runnin’ to the cash
so many bands in the bag i don’t know where to put the strap
puttin’ in h_lla work, doin’ miles on the map
road runnin’ state to state, i ain’t got time to nap
came up off of feline cats like feline
slow cook the coke and let it cottage cheese three times
see the opps, reverse
play my track, rewind
hop out on volts and have him runnin’ in his levi’s
early mornin’ givin’ out highs, call me costa
i dry cup the snow, gotta whip it like a mobster
they don’t know how to wash it right, real imposter
why you throwin’ it in boiling hot water, it ain’t lobster
i’m never slippin’ like a faulty transmission
you can get left back for not playing your position
dead flies on the bonnet from my motorway mission
tryna get these racks in, i’m a trap tactician
[chorus x2]
i’m in the trap with my akh, goin’ pack for pack
you man are cappers like two people back to back
i’m in the booth with my pad, goin’ track for track
legit moneys on my mind, tryna turn these rocks to racks
[verse 2]
i get it in cos my work rates excellent
i get it in cos my work rates mexican
the .44’s got six flats like a hexagon
the barrels got a big long nose, no pelican
you might be match fit but are you strap fit?
.30 with the switch, it might melt the plastic
got a box full of red tips like a matchstick
watch what you do or say cos it can get drastic
couch surfin’ had my face full of spots
trappin’ white and brown bits like yoghurt muller pots
every race on my line, bare different colour shots
every race on my line, bare different colour shots
got goblins on the wing just jackin’ kites
bro this is the uk, more time we’re packin’ knives
cali packs, purple pints, why’d you think they’re crackin’ sprite’s?
dayshifts or nightshifts, we’re out here smackin’ [?]
[chorus x2]
i’m in the trap with my akh, goin’ pack for pack
you man are cappers like two people back to back
i’m in the booth with my pad, goin’ track for track
legit moneys on my mind, tryna turn these rocks to racks
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