KZA K' Lee - Bells Lyrics

Swag on drip
Don't sip on lean
Slash then I dash for the blue and green
Life itself ain't what it seems
I've been seeing stranger things

Fresh like Andre 3 stacks
Bringing that billy jean back
Making yo shawty scream facts
Making ya whole team lean back

I need a money advance true
Please do not copy my dance moves
KZA why are you so damn rude
You know I don't give a damn fool
Apologies out to my fans yup
I had to stack up my bands yup
Y'all know that I'm still the man yup
These niggahs is still on my glands yuck

Hop off
Pop off
You don't want no stupid shit to pop off
Now that I'm around you get lock jaw
Niggahs try me and get knocked off

Little flame niggah
Youre a match stroke
You don't get no more daps bro
You bout as lame as fat joke
Brap brap brap!
That's a black joke

On my
Momma
Paula
Gina
I keep it
Water
Aquafina

I'm fly defying gravity
My rhyme destroy ya faculty
You do not want to battle me
You'll become as dead as me

Cotton candy sweetened gold
Lemme see that money flow
Drop it for a playa hoe
I know I can't hold you though
Remanence of Obama's nation
Coming with that father flow
Stepping to the Gawd
I will turn you to a martyr bro

That's a harsh reality
Come here niggah
Fatality
I killed the beat
A casualty of war
Like Niels bore I shine bright
Ultra death beams
Aiming at ya whole team
Y'all on Michael Jackson lean
Cause I put in work

That Real labor makes real paper
I ain't never take kindly to pay cuts
That's why I grind for a better looking pay stub
So never intervene between me and my paper