VENT clean Pt 1 by Kanti Kasa Lyrics

Yousa snitch stank little side garbage
Going around thinking that you running this
Whispering to my peers all of that toxic yip
Can't even keep a man, butcha still talkin (ish)

What type of snitch puts my mom's name in they mouth
And can't keep a job better yet run they own house
Yousa dumb hitta, no excuse me cause kitty down dumb hittas
Talkin bout cheating while you eating; DONKEY boogers

And doodoo, no cap ~ corona, no bat
Fake Rihanna with more plastic, wigs, and trap
Making up fake stories, for the glam where the facts?
Yous a pig in a suit, honk honk to that

The little boy who cried wolf? Wouldn’t even be jealous
Cause everything chika said was bitter, malicious
I can't believe it's not butter; fee five forest gump
How you gon tell on yourself, then blame it on someone

Believing your own lies, no grease on some fries
Bad fruit in the basket, no queen, straight RATCHET
Playing victim, posting nudes with no tactic
Your freaking trash, And that’s garbage
"Best friends for life" naw, that stuff ain’t real
Ain’t no homie made me feel the way, like how I feel

I am the shipment, and seen you're still benging on cargo

Take the boot to the face (Finish Her)
This the end Yo; KK