Bitch you know what it is
The Wok
Got the Lean up in the bag
Codeine
Got it Got the wok too
Yeah
Got the lean up in the bag
Yo shit looks sad
Talk a lot of action leave ya ass toe-tagged
PK the fucking faction and we can't go back
We Get some fucking traction and we get the dough stacked
Got the lean up in the bag
Yo shit looks sad
Talk a lot of action leave ya ass toe-tagged
PK the fucking faction and we can't go back
We Get some fucking traction and we get the dough stacked
I'm worried about my money
You worried bout some plaques
I just think it's funny
That you don't expect a tax
I'd kill you if it's sunny
And that's just straight facts
I shoot through the tummy
It comes straight out ya back
Man, you must be a dummy
If you thinkin that I lack
Pull up on me homie
Give ya mom a heart attack
She read it in the news, the same day I get a pack
Smoke it up for you dude, man you should've just relaxed
I got wok in the duffel
Pints I got a couple
See them bitches double
Like the sticks when I see trouble
Laying down rounds spread you out like hot butter
That was just one clip, good thing I got another
Hot brass on the dash
Twelve on my ass
Thinking I might crash
So I hit the wood and laugh
Should've did the math
To see where I'd be at
I push it to the max
And my bitch think I'm mad
In all black I'm clad
When I pop on your comrade
Didn't even have a heater man that shit's sad
Dudes living off a features, saying other songs are trash
Little known that Kirk's a creature, leave you red like Vash
When I get to Stampedin'
Leave ya whole set pleading
Yeah, I'm sorry for your grievance
Merk ya ass like General Grievous
Roger Roger when they see us
Clones alone could never be us
Let's come to an agreement
If I didn't ask I didn't need it
Got the lean up in the bag
Yo shit looks sad
Talk a lot of action leave ya ass toe-tagged
PK the fucking faction and we can't go back
We Get some fucking traction and we get the dough stacked
Got the lean up in the bag
Yo shit looks sad
Talk a lot of action leave ya ass toe-tagged
PK the fucking faction and we can't go back
We Get some fucking traction and we get the dough stacked
In ya crib with the cleaver
Handle made of cedar
Waiting on you eager
To hit ya with the ether
Got ya running out ya sneakers
Wait for you to take a breather
Chop ya up for the freezer
Keep ya femur in a beaker
Keep ya in my fucking lab
Next to the slab
Of the LSD and the zip and half of dabs
Looking like a fucking ghoul thanks to all the fucking rads
Man you looking like a fool, thanks to all the fucking fads
Pay one hundred for a shirt, that ya seen up in an ad
I could pay that get some work and then flip it to a grand
Yeah it's Captain fucking Kirk, and this ship ain't finna land
And yeah me and WaveLadesh, got yo bitch up in the stands
You can talk that shit from there or I can leave ya in the can
Cause I don't play fair, and I always got a plan
And no I don't care, and no I'm not ya mans
I don't care if you're unaware that it's twenty dollars a gram
Take a dare on my wares, just know this Glock don't jam
It's hard to scare, those who flare, the rock and swallow Xans
But I can try my fucking best
Never take a rest
Wear a bullet proof vest
To get it all up off my chest
Dudes saying that they blessed
Then I guess that I'm possessed
You should worry about getting pressed
As much as you worry about getting dressed
Anotha song about ya drip, man I should have fucking guessed
It's gonna take a lot more for the gang to be impressed
Got the lean up in the bag
Yo shit looks sad
Talk a lot of action leave ya ass toe-tagged
PK the fucking faction and we can't go back
We Get some fucking traction and we get the dough stacked
Got the lean up in the bag
Yo shit looks sad
Talk a lot of action leave ya ass toe-tagged
PK the fucking faction and we can't go back
We Get some fucking traction and we get the dough stacked
Got the lean up in the bag
Yo shit looks sad
Talk a lot of action leave ya ass toe-tagged
PK the fucking faction and we can't go back
We Get some fucking traction and we get the dough stacked
Stack it up
Yeah we count it
Goddamn
Its PK
KirkLadesh
In the cut
It's Kirk and Wavy baby, you know it's all gravy