Cypher by Kangz Lyrics
Jasper Lee
Verse 1:
There’s a hundred g’s in the bottom of the trunk
Stack in my car we so loaded bitch sunk
Call me Claud
With the Range-Rover
Kyle got a new recruit
Send the check over
Nick and I kick it every winter every summer
GR ride the wave like a fucking surfboardsr
Going 90 I ain’t worried bout the red light
Going 90 I ain’t ready bout the fed light
I ain’t worried bout the lead cause the trigger right
I ain’t worried bout the head cause that’s my right
Jaden Edwards
Verse 2:
Look -
Ain’t new to this shit
Me and my clique
Fired up with the fuel bitch I’m ready to hit
Mad long feet
Quick, can’t be beat
Bitch I’m flowing like the grand, just watch and see
Call me Clorox cause I’m clean bitch we taking off the cap
Don’t fucking touch me bum I’m situated on that west side
Stach don’t wash his hands
I ain’t messin wit it Versailles
Klein on the band fuck the preme What I look 5
Tell em stop whining know your role hoe go cry
Aye, I’m firing up
Ain’t no average joe
Ima keep it real you can’t get them bandos
Ain’t no band hoe
Blasian man though
Watch the fans tell em pipe down lil bro
Catch me on these street
606 616 they belong to me
Been there since day one I don’t wanna even hear it bro
Was with the Pontiac riding clean in the snow
Downtown with the bikes letting all the money flow
Pull up jumper fadeaway that summer league vibe
We out here doing shit that you all scared to try
Chilling young doing dumb shit what we bout huh bitch
“what’s with her” what snitch fuck up off me
I don’t sip fuel
But I don’t sip the coffee
What other hybrid does it like me
Peter Sage
Verse 3:
Sage
The
Barber
In the - cut
Hoe
I’m a pro with the clippers
And I am on the mic
I put butter on my fades
I ain’t ever had to fight
I do house calls for the NBA
On 6 hour flights
They say “Pete you cutting Tee Grizz?”
Bitch i might tomorrow night
Ten cuts in one night that ain’t nothing
Bitch I’m a barber a precision i ain’t ever rushing
Make a song in one night that ain’t nothing
You have AK on that beat
Then you know that bitch fucking
I fucked up a relationship
But never on a haircut
I’m special at this barber shit
I gotta get my bands up
I cut hair I don’t hit licks
I already manned up
I’m flowing just a little bit
It’s time to put the cans up
Cuts is always fire
Yeah they burning like a blunt
Popped it like a tire
Yeah the party I want some
BIG BALLIN like i’m Meijer
Got my clippers in the trunk
We speeding in the ton-mobile
Bitch WE FUELED UP
Adam Kuzee
Verse 4:
AK
Fresh up out the cut
Brand new tape
Ain’t no thang
We just coming up but you know this shit bangs
It’s AK in this hoe and I’m speaking for the youth
Killing shit behind the boards
Now I stepped up in that booth
I’ve been hiking
I’ve been driving
I’ve been cooking
I’ve been striving
Yo shit looks like it’s dying
So I gotta go reviving
They talking like we lacking
But we killed this shit - assassins
Y’all slipping up
Y’all slacking
So we get back up to slapping
Who put this shit together
On the booth
Wedding shit forever
Out the booth yeah we doing better
Get-some-thing-sweet
When I’m hopping on the beat
Got you hopping off your seat
And I bump that shit repeat
Going hard
We never sleep
I stay cooking up the heat
Looking fresh shout out to Pete
Out this bitch like
Ah skeet skeet
Rodney Cancler
Verse 5:
Awwww yeeeee
Let’s get it
Uh
Rodney hopping on the beat
Mikes i’m bout to go eat
Sit down bitch take a seat
Ottawa hills got a meet
Winning the game that’s a dub
Shoutout Hillman B’s above
Kangz was riding on the wave
Currents bad second shave
Made this shit in one night
Take em king that’s a blight
Mixing codeine with the Sprite
Taking it down that’s some light
Lagging too much check my ping
Get too close imma swing
Pull up to your house with some wings
Bitch we not goons we the kings
Alexis Diaz
Verse 6:
This is not for no lames
This one for the gang
We all bout that green
Dudes say i’m looking mean
Wet like lean cuisine
Yeah, feeling sanguine
I like me some lean
I be sipping that, what
Four im tipping that, what
Scottie Pippen. yeah, what
Always asking for the head
Bitch where the fucks the bread
Leaving you on seen
Just get off my beam
Acting like you on the team
Always taking my loot, yeah
This bitch stepping on my boot, yeah
Fruity like some fruit, yeah
Hop off of my nuts
I don’t like no nuts
Unless yo dad pull up
Then he show me wassup
Chaoz with the snipe
Then i ride my bike
Bitch
Nathan Garza
Verse 7:
Yeah
We been talking bout this tape for a while now
Couped up, basement laying rhymes down
So tell me are you really down to ride now
Making music call us band class dropouts
Heard you talking but you know we gonna let it slide now
Uh, ooh
Mmmm
Doing this for fun
Hear that lyrical shit
And we gotta run
V
Verse 1:
There’s a hundred g’s in the bottom of the trunk
Stack in my car we so loaded bitch sunk
Call me Claud
With the Range-Rover
Kyle got a new recruit
Send the check over
Nick and I kick it every winter every summer
GR ride the wave like a fucking surfboardsr
Going 90 I ain’t worried bout the red light
Going 90 I ain’t ready bout the fed light
I ain’t worried bout the lead cause the trigger right
I ain’t worried bout the head cause that’s my right
Jaden Edwards
Verse 2:
Look -
Ain’t new to this shit
Me and my clique
Fired up with the fuel bitch I’m ready to hit
Mad long feet
Quick, can’t be beat
Bitch I’m flowing like the grand, just watch and see
Call me Clorox cause I’m clean bitch we taking off the cap
Don’t fucking touch me bum I’m situated on that west side
Stach don’t wash his hands
I ain’t messin wit it Versailles
Klein on the band fuck the preme What I look 5
Tell em stop whining know your role hoe go cry
Aye, I’m firing up
Ain’t no average joe
Ima keep it real you can’t get them bandos
Ain’t no band hoe
Blasian man though
Watch the fans tell em pipe down lil bro
Catch me on these street
606 616 they belong to me
Been there since day one I don’t wanna even hear it bro
Was with the Pontiac riding clean in the snow
Downtown with the bikes letting all the money flow
Pull up jumper fadeaway that summer league vibe
We out here doing shit that you all scared to try
Chilling young doing dumb shit what we bout huh bitch
“what’s with her” what snitch fuck up off me
I don’t sip fuel
But I don’t sip the coffee
What other hybrid does it like me
Peter Sage
Verse 3:
Sage
The
Barber
In the - cut
Hoe
I’m a pro with the clippers
And I am on the mic
I put butter on my fades
I ain’t ever had to fight
I do house calls for the NBA
On 6 hour flights
They say “Pete you cutting Tee Grizz?”
Bitch i might tomorrow night
Ten cuts in one night that ain’t nothing
Bitch I’m a barber a precision i ain’t ever rushing
Make a song in one night that ain’t nothing
You have AK on that beat
Then you know that bitch fucking
I fucked up a relationship
But never on a haircut
I’m special at this barber shit
I gotta get my bands up
I cut hair I don’t hit licks
I already manned up
I’m flowing just a little bit
It’s time to put the cans up
Cuts is always fire
Yeah they burning like a blunt
Popped it like a tire
Yeah the party I want some
BIG BALLIN like i’m Meijer
Got my clippers in the trunk
We speeding in the ton-mobile
Bitch WE FUELED UP
Adam Kuzee
Verse 4:
AK
Fresh up out the cut
Brand new tape
Ain’t no thang
We just coming up but you know this shit bangs
It’s AK in this hoe and I’m speaking for the youth
Killing shit behind the boards
Now I stepped up in that booth
I’ve been hiking
I’ve been driving
I’ve been cooking
I’ve been striving
Yo shit looks like it’s dying
So I gotta go reviving
They talking like we lacking
But we killed this shit - assassins
Y’all slipping up
Y’all slacking
So we get back up to slapping
Who put this shit together
On the booth
Wedding shit forever
Out the booth yeah we doing better
Get-some-thing-sweet
When I’m hopping on the beat
Got you hopping off your seat
And I bump that shit repeat
Going hard
We never sleep
I stay cooking up the heat
Looking fresh shout out to Pete
Out this bitch like
Ah skeet skeet
Rodney Cancler
Verse 5:
Awwww yeeeee
Let’s get it
Uh
Rodney hopping on the beat
Mikes i’m bout to go eat
Sit down bitch take a seat
Ottawa hills got a meet
Winning the game that’s a dub
Shoutout Hillman B’s above
Kangz was riding on the wave
Currents bad second shave
Made this shit in one night
Take em king that’s a blight
Mixing codeine with the Sprite
Taking it down that’s some light
Lagging too much check my ping
Get too close imma swing
Pull up to your house with some wings
Bitch we not goons we the kings
Alexis Diaz
Verse 6:
This is not for no lames
This one for the gang
We all bout that green
Dudes say i’m looking mean
Wet like lean cuisine
Yeah, feeling sanguine
I like me some lean
I be sipping that, what
Four im tipping that, what
Scottie Pippen. yeah, what
Always asking for the head
Bitch where the fucks the bread
Leaving you on seen
Just get off my beam
Acting like you on the team
Always taking my loot, yeah
This bitch stepping on my boot, yeah
Fruity like some fruit, yeah
Hop off of my nuts
I don’t like no nuts
Unless yo dad pull up
Then he show me wassup
Chaoz with the snipe
Then i ride my bike
Bitch
Nathan Garza
Verse 7:
Yeah
We been talking bout this tape for a while now
Couped up, basement laying rhymes down
So tell me are you really down to ride now
Making music call us band class dropouts
Heard you talking but you know we gonna let it slide now
Uh, ooh
Mmmm
Doing this for fun
Hear that lyrical shit
And we gotta run
V