Kappa Flow (feat. Yung Kweez) Video (MV)

Uh
We gettin' the mac and cheese uh
We slidin' with macs and squeeze uh
Bullets gon' rip thru ya tee uh
I got a bitch from the P uh
She doin' tricks in the jeep uh
You know she f*ck wit' a G uh
I got her grippin' the D uh uh
(Yeah yeah, okay)
Rockin' that kappa no cap uh
I'm puttin' dick in her back uh
Ya bitch got her face in my lap
(She do)
She don't f*ck with you 'cause you whack
Don't gotta ask nigga we strapped (Uh, huh)
Hollow Tips yea they rip thru ya back (Boom boom!)
N****as talkin' they snitches and rats
N****as be snitches and rats uh
They cannot come where i'm at uh
They cannot give me no daps uh
My n****a stay where you at uh
Rockin' that kappa no cap uh
You see that shit on my back uh
I might pull up all black uh
SRT Hellcat uh, yeah yeah
(Yeah)
From the bottom we coming from nothing (We is)
Made it happen turned nothing to something (We did)
It's our time now they see us we comin' (They do)
See us comin' they duckin' and runnin' (Uh, huh)
I'm with brodie you know how we coming
F*ck that bitch then i f*ck on her cousin (Uh, huh)
If he talkin' we aim at his muffin'
Niggas talkin' that smoke and he bluffin'
Acting crazy we shoot no discussion
It go straight to his head no concussion
Brodie stay with them sticks like he Russian
And we taking our time we ain't rushin'
Call the plug and we coppin' a dozen
I don't trust her than i am not cuffin' (Nah uh)
She too moody she pushin' my buttons (She do)
Smokin' that kush i'm a addict uh
Hittin' that gas right in traffic uh
We got the work in the mattress uh
We got them sticks in the mattress uh
Talkin' them semi no matics uh
We shootin' shit like the mavericks uh
You disappear like it's magic uh
You know that shit will get tragic (Uh uh, uh)
30's and Glizzies
Call up my niggas you know we get busy
Smokin' exotic that shit got me trippy
I'm gettin' head from a bitch named lizzie
We gettin' litty you know that we drippy
N****a just watch how i f*ck on ya biddy
N****a just watch how we f*ck up the city
N****a just watch how i ball like i'm diddy
All I want is some racks in my jeans
(Racks)
Got some money i turned to a fiend (I Did)
On my mind all i got is the green
(Uh, Huh)
N****as talkin' like bitches and queens
(They do)
Me and gang yea we chasin' our dreams
(We is)
Gotta go get it by any means
(We do)
Over n****as we only 16, yeah