Kray-Z Mode by Kray-Z Lyrics
Kray-Z, yuh
Bend it down, need dat ass
That's just how I know you need to get my d
You know I’m killing the game, man of the year?
You know Kray-Z is here, bitch come on; what don't you see?
I tried to show ya...
I tried to show ya...
Ay… ay… ay ay ay
Fuckin yo bitch in the middle tha road
Imma get it, going Kray-Z Mode
Woo, made it homies, and you know I'm still hella rich
At the gate outside, I saw your car; you gotta hitch!
Bag-headed bitches, look what I got: got me a snitch!
I got all this cash, when I pull up fuck on yo bitch
(fuck on yo bitch!)
When I’m in LA, I get the cash
When I don't like my meal, I dine n dash
Imma take all this guap into my stash
Know it's Kray-Z bitch, what the fuck are you going to do
Getting gold chains, everywhere I look I see new shoes
Man I fucked yo bitch, and I gotta say: her pussy loose
I just heard your shit, you already know you gonna lose
Some-some-some bitch said
Kray-Z is back, don't have a heart attack
Hitcho bitch in the back, She gotta real nice rack!
Kray-Z is back, don't have a heart attack
Hitcho bitch in the back, She gotta real nice rack!
I'm where I am ‘cause I get all that cheddar cheese
Punch in yo face, like bitch I'll just do that with ease
I've made 5,000 records, all you have to ask is please
But you can’t do that, when you ask to go suck my D
I wear out this suit, ‘cause I’m a sir
I wore out this bitch, I'll seduce her
I’ll call these lyrics vocal murder
I'm like my buddy, Fobobular
(Oh shit, calm down nigga)
Corvette with the top off, It's just the norm
You wanna beat me? You're out of form...
She said “I like the mansion,” it’s just a dorm
And then I pound that pussy, just like a storm
I'll fuck all of yo bitches like it's porn
She take my new shirt that I had just worn (some bitch said)
Can you believe, my mind's deformed
Some bitch said
Bitch in-bitch in the back
Some bitch said, listen brotha some bitch said:
She gotta real nice rack!
Yuh!
Kray-Z, yeah, yeah
Ayy, ayy
She's in love with who I am
Back in high school, I lived in projects with my grams (Yuh!)
Now I hit the Big Apple with Marijuana bans
Still smoke on that weed, bitch I don't give half a damn
I would smoke on that blunt, ayy yuh…
Like a blunt, ayy yuh...
On that blunt, ay
Going to the show, ayy
Oh shit, here I go, ayy, 747's, man
I got a brand new bedroom, man
And we ain't even landed man
I skrrt down the street
Through the sleet
In my brand new, GT
Homies think I'm sober now, they ain't right
But it's nice, to think that they're surprised
Here boys, roll the dice
And you'll see, what my life was like
Kray-Z is here, the wheel I'd steer
Now I pop the molly, and I pay without a fear (bitch!)
See where I started, living through the broke
Flex on these bitches
You know that Imma get ‘em, You know what's up
Like where is he?
Take off my yeezys
Ain't gon' happen
She's in love with who I am
Back in high school, I lived in projects with my grams
Now I hit the Big Apple with Marijuana bans
Still smoke on that weed, bitch I don't give half a damn
I would smoke on that blunt (on that blunt)
On that blunt (on that blunt)
On that blunt (on that blunt, yuh...)
Yeah, passed my man's my joint
Smokin' deep, not smoking lite, yeah
He said "Imma keep this shit”
I say "you finna meet my knife,” yeah
You know I will, but homie still
Went from working to owning shit
We back on the road, and get the load: only the newest, yeah
I got 5 on all that shit
You should now just call me Luniz, yeah
I work how I live, yeah, I'm living how I did, yeah
I'm busting everyday, yeah, just get out of my way, yeah
I gotta get outta here because now I've said too much
But just know if you fuck with my boys you'll end up wit a crutch
Yeah
Bend it down, need dat ass
That's just how I know you need to get my d
You know I’m killing the game, man of the year?
You know Kray-Z is here, bitch come on; what don't you see?
I tried to show ya...
I tried to show ya...
Ay… ay… ay ay ay
Fuckin yo bitch in the middle tha road
Imma get it, going Kray-Z Mode
Woo, made it homies, and you know I'm still hella rich
At the gate outside, I saw your car; you gotta hitch!
Bag-headed bitches, look what I got: got me a snitch!
I got all this cash, when I pull up fuck on yo bitch
(fuck on yo bitch!)
When I’m in LA, I get the cash
When I don't like my meal, I dine n dash
Imma take all this guap into my stash
Know it's Kray-Z bitch, what the fuck are you going to do
Getting gold chains, everywhere I look I see new shoes
Man I fucked yo bitch, and I gotta say: her pussy loose
I just heard your shit, you already know you gonna lose
Some-some-some bitch said
Kray-Z is back, don't have a heart attack
Hitcho bitch in the back, She gotta real nice rack!
Kray-Z is back, don't have a heart attack
Hitcho bitch in the back, She gotta real nice rack!
I'm where I am ‘cause I get all that cheddar cheese
Punch in yo face, like bitch I'll just do that with ease
I've made 5,000 records, all you have to ask is please
But you can’t do that, when you ask to go suck my D
I wear out this suit, ‘cause I’m a sir
I wore out this bitch, I'll seduce her
I’ll call these lyrics vocal murder
I'm like my buddy, Fobobular
(Oh shit, calm down nigga)
Corvette with the top off, It's just the norm
You wanna beat me? You're out of form...
She said “I like the mansion,” it’s just a dorm
And then I pound that pussy, just like a storm
I'll fuck all of yo bitches like it's porn
She take my new shirt that I had just worn (some bitch said)
Can you believe, my mind's deformed
Some bitch said
Bitch in-bitch in the back
Some bitch said, listen brotha some bitch said:
She gotta real nice rack!
Yuh!
Kray-Z, yeah, yeah
Ayy, ayy
She's in love with who I am
Back in high school, I lived in projects with my grams (Yuh!)
Now I hit the Big Apple with Marijuana bans
Still smoke on that weed, bitch I don't give half a damn
I would smoke on that blunt, ayy yuh…
Like a blunt, ayy yuh...
On that blunt, ay
Going to the show, ayy
Oh shit, here I go, ayy, 747's, man
I got a brand new bedroom, man
And we ain't even landed man
I skrrt down the street
Through the sleet
In my brand new, GT
Homies think I'm sober now, they ain't right
But it's nice, to think that they're surprised
Here boys, roll the dice
And you'll see, what my life was like
Kray-Z is here, the wheel I'd steer
Now I pop the molly, and I pay without a fear (bitch!)
See where I started, living through the broke
Flex on these bitches
You know that Imma get ‘em, You know what's up
Like where is he?
Take off my yeezys
Ain't gon' happen
She's in love with who I am
Back in high school, I lived in projects with my grams
Now I hit the Big Apple with Marijuana bans
Still smoke on that weed, bitch I don't give half a damn
I would smoke on that blunt (on that blunt)
On that blunt (on that blunt)
On that blunt (on that blunt, yuh...)
Yeah, passed my man's my joint
Smokin' deep, not smoking lite, yeah
He said "Imma keep this shit”
I say "you finna meet my knife,” yeah
You know I will, but homie still
Went from working to owning shit
We back on the road, and get the load: only the newest, yeah
I got 5 on all that shit
You should now just call me Luniz, yeah
I work how I live, yeah, I'm living how I did, yeah
I'm busting everyday, yeah, just get out of my way, yeah
I gotta get outta here because now I've said too much
But just know if you fuck with my boys you'll end up wit a crutch
Yeah