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Mo Kartii - Poke 14 Remix lyrics

Artist: Mo Kartii

album: Poke 14 Remix


Grrah, haha
Yo, these opp (Grrah) niggas be funny, yo (Lowkeymali, what's the word?)
Notti got poked and he still in my— (Mm, nah, turn that up, Young Madz), Notti got poked and he still in my— (It's Kartii, bitch)
These bitches, they all on my dick
Grrah
He say he spinnin' my block, okay (Like, damn)
Two deep, blitz both ways (Grrah-grrah-grrah-grrah)
Spin in a Benz, like I'm Nay (Like, damn)
Big gun (Damn), shootin' like Klay (Grrah-grrah-grrah)
That bitch K, I don't care 'bout ya day (Like, damn)
When I up it, just move out the way (Like, look)
If he lack wit' his bitch, he get shot wit' his bae (Grrah)
I don't care where I'm at, I'ma shoot in broad day, like (I'on care where I'm at)
He tried to run, caught shot to the back (Like, damn)
And that nigga just said he was tact (4K)
Everyone saw, you got put in a pack (Grrah)
I'm a EBK baby, don't care what you jack (Grrah-grrah-grrah)
He gon' get put in a box like Jack (Like, damn)
Lil' bitch, what do you jack? (Like, damn)
Playin' wit' guns like, "I'm pullin' out Jack" (Like, what?)
Now his mother keep callin' his jack (Grrah-grrah-grrah)
917, I be stuck in my racks (Like, damn)
All this money, I'm losin' my track (Like, damn)
All this za', I be losin' my pack (Grrah)
If 41-K, this shit deeper than rap (4-1)
Niggas be lyin', we shoot at his cap (Like, damn)
You ain't 41-K, nigga, stop it (Stop it)
And they jackin' our 41 Boppin' (Grrah)
Now it's a trend if they see Notti Boppin' (Grrah-grrah-grrah)
Right hand out, clutch on that knife (What else?)
After that, put ya hand to ya chest (Like, damn)
Keep pokin', keep pokin'
Now that you learned, you gon' do wit' ya left (Grrah-grrah-grrah)
That's right, smokin' on Notti (Notti)
Off the Notti, our vision in dotties (Dotty)
Off the Dotty, I'm buggin' on Wocky (Grrah)
He tried to run, caught a shot to the body (Grrah-grrah-grrah, boom)
Niggas keep sayin', "Y'all mockin' y'all body" (Like, what?)
But damn, y'all was tappin' y'all neck (Notti)
Fuck Notti, he shoulda moved
Don't try to run, I'ma up it and boom (Boom-boom-boom)
Shoulda stayed in ya place, go bump Kidz Bop
Why would I lack if I'm dissin' an opp? (All of that)
Run up on me, I'ma dump every shot
Tell that bitch, "I'm Jamaican, I keep me a Glock" (Boom-boom-boom)
Niggas never made movies, kept screamin' on B (Like, damn)
Like, damn, he went out like Tweak (Boom)
.9 hold eleven, we sendin' eleven
See DD Osama, he know we gon' end 'em (Boom-boom-boom)
Keep talkin' on bro, he ain't know you
Spin through the Hill, screamin' Notti like Goku (Spin through the what?)
That boy is on TV, just pass me the Roku (Boom-boom)
Can't go out like Notti, I cannot get poked too (Boom-boom-boom)
Like, he got cut like Dahmer
I gotta keep me a armor
Totin' on Kiki, my partner, baow, baow
Like, he got cut like Dahmer
I gotta keep me a armor (Like, ayy)
Totin' on Kiki, my partner (Like), baow (Boom-boom-boom)
I could never go beef wit' a rat (Like, what?)
Oh, you talkin' 'bout bro? You get clapped
Bitch, I'm a demon, I move wit' a TEC
Nigga Notti got killed, now his ass in a pack (Notti)
DD said, "Notti, throw, throw, throw" (What?)
How you walkin' without totin' pole?
He was talkin' on bro, bro, bro
Now his dumbass on scene, he got poked (Ah)
Like, bitch I ain't regular, nigga (Like, what?)
Finger itchin' to pull on the trigger (What? What?)
They be like, "Worm, you a different lil' nigga" (I'm a different—)
I could never get poked in my liver (Like)
If it's lit, I'ma slide (Slide)
Send a hit, then you know I'm outside (Like, what?)
Hop out, throwin' shots, don't die
You talkin' 'bout Naz, but yo' brother in the sky, like (Like)
They be thinkin' this shit is a game (Is a game)
Nigga died, now his brother got fame
If you lack, he get flocked wit' this flame
And I'm smokin' that boy (Like), he got left in the train (Notti)
How you lyin'? Just sit there in cap (What?)
Dissin' on Nazzy, but you ain't get back (Get back)
I got knockers, bitch, I'm movin' tact (Like)
Like, bitch I'm a demon, blitzin' wit' the Makks (Ewokk)
917, I be stuck in my racks (Like, damn)
All this money, I'm losin' my track (Like, damn)
All this za', I be losin' my pack (Grrah)
If 41-K, this shit deeper than rap (4-1)
Niggas be lyin', we shoot at his cap (Like, damn)
You ain't 41-K, nigga, stop it (Stop it)
And they jackin' our 41 Boppin' (Grrah)
Now it's a trend if they see Notti Boppin' (Grrah-grrah-grrah)
Right hand out, clutch on that knife (What else?)
After that, put ya hand to ya chest (Like, damn)
Keep pokin', keep pokin'
Now that you learned, you gon' do wit' ya left (Grrah-grrah-grrah)
That's right, smokin' on Notti (Notti)
Off the Notti, our vision in dotties (Dotty)
Off the Dotty, I'm buggin' on Wocky' (Grrah)
He tried to run, caught a shot to the body (Grrah-grrah-grrah, boom), damn

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