Beginning to End
Yea, yea, yea
Yea, yea, yea
Put me in coach
Lemme introduce myself. It's KK, yea the man (Yea the man)
Take over all this shit, yea that's the plan (Master plan)
I'm tryna get imported whips, I'm tired of driving sedans (Fuck that whip)
If I catch you talkin' shit, it's a wrap. Leave you saran (Say goodbye!)
Bitch I'm ranking up, catch me on the next level
Bitch I'm on go 'til I got diamonds in my bezel (Bling!)
Your wifey supportive, she said I'm really special
Drip like Phelps, gold on my neck, too many medals
My vision clear, Imma paint the picture, I'm a artist
Couldn't match my grind, couldn't steal my shine if you tried your hardest (Give it up)
Size me in public? I don't advise, wouldn't be the smartest
When it's drama time, my niggas slide, don't get them started
I'm on go. Y'all boys is on slow (Slow motion)
I'm on a big yacht, while y'all row row a lil boat
We getting lit, she said pour tequila down her throat (Okay!)
Next thing you know, she ready to go, lemme grab my coat
Babygirl, take a look inside my world (Can you see me?)
Babygirl, let's go half on a baby girl
She rubbing on my waves, I'm pulling on her curls
She love diamonds and you, you just a pearl
She said I'm the best, I barely even know her (What's your number?)
Stop calling her phone, leave her alone, you can't control her (Give it up)
She do what she do, I did what I did, we both grown ups (We grown as fuck)
When this shit hit the net, my price and stock damn sure gon' go up
I won't stop, 'til I reach the top (I'm on top)
Got it out the dirt, put fresh soil in the pot
Go toe to toe. Go blow for blow (Blow for blow!)
Change the weather when I walk in the building. Just might make it snow
Y'all niggas' done for, might as well just let it go (Hang it up)
I'm not new to this, just in case you didn't know (What the fuck)
You a redshirt freshman. I'm a pro (Professional)
We not friends and you too broke to be a foe
I'm ready to carry the industry on my back (On my back)
I'm ready to eat. I could use a snack or even a track (Eat it up)
I'm bout to blow, get a feature now my friend (Run it up)
Bout to kill the game like this beat. Did it from beginning to end
Niggas really thought they had a chance
Florolina shit
Yea, yea, yea
Put me in coach
Lemme introduce myself. It's KK, yea the man (Yea the man)
Take over all this shit, yea that's the plan (Master plan)
I'm tryna get imported whips, I'm tired of driving sedans (Fuck that whip)
If I catch you talkin' shit, it's a wrap. Leave you saran (Say goodbye!)
Bitch I'm ranking up, catch me on the next level
Bitch I'm on go 'til I got diamonds in my bezel (Bling!)
Your wifey supportive, she said I'm really special
Drip like Phelps, gold on my neck, too many medals
My vision clear, Imma paint the picture, I'm a artist
Couldn't match my grind, couldn't steal my shine if you tried your hardest (Give it up)
Size me in public? I don't advise, wouldn't be the smartest
When it's drama time, my niggas slide, don't get them started
I'm on go. Y'all boys is on slow (Slow motion)
I'm on a big yacht, while y'all row row a lil boat
We getting lit, she said pour tequila down her throat (Okay!)
Next thing you know, she ready to go, lemme grab my coat
Babygirl, take a look inside my world (Can you see me?)
Babygirl, let's go half on a baby girl
She rubbing on my waves, I'm pulling on her curls
She love diamonds and you, you just a pearl
She said I'm the best, I barely even know her (What's your number?)
Stop calling her phone, leave her alone, you can't control her (Give it up)
She do what she do, I did what I did, we both grown ups (We grown as fuck)
When this shit hit the net, my price and stock damn sure gon' go up
I won't stop, 'til I reach the top (I'm on top)
Got it out the dirt, put fresh soil in the pot
Go toe to toe. Go blow for blow (Blow for blow!)
Change the weather when I walk in the building. Just might make it snow
Y'all niggas' done for, might as well just let it go (Hang it up)
I'm not new to this, just in case you didn't know (What the fuck)
You a redshirt freshman. I'm a pro (Professional)
We not friends and you too broke to be a foe
I'm ready to carry the industry on my back (On my back)
I'm ready to eat. I could use a snack or even a track (Eat it up)
I'm bout to blow, get a feature now my friend (Run it up)
Bout to kill the game like this beat. Did it from beginning to end
Niggas really thought they had a chance
Florolina shit
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Writer(s): Mark Pierre
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