Released: October 4, 2019
Songwriter: KXNG Crooked
Producer: KXNG Crooked
[Verse]
Ay man
What the fuck is going on here?
Niggas acting like I ain't the best lyricist to
Ever be born on the west coast
Oh I see what's poppin'
Pistol sing at everything you rockin'
I will Depeche Mode your dress code
I will expose your chest bone
I will make you digest chrome to your neck bone explode
Like my best triple X sex load, let's go
What the fuck is going on here?
Been doing this since that nigga Fabo
Was seeing spaceships in Bankhead
Before niggas was getting Draco's
We was letting the vicious K go hit you Kangol
Pitching yayo the bitches sniffing Quaaludes
The work was coming from Mexico then it entered Dago
In a Winnebago
What the fuck is going on here?
Niggas acting like I ain't the best West bar spitter
Like niggas can spar bar for bar with a bartender
Bar so heavy put the bar on the end of a barbell
It becomes a bar bender
I ain't seen kids this trash since Pac's Brenda
The top contender get chopped in blenders after I Rakim'd him
Now cops wanna book me it's not kindle
I swindle like a bookie
My every line hit the fucking streets like my notebook
Dropped out the top window
I did features with some of the biggest artists
And buried them in the soils mud
My sword is stained with royal blood
I foil you with slugs and the snubs recoil
'Cause you addicted to pussy shit like a loyal stud
I cook rappers and boil thugs
I mean
What the fuck is going on here?
At nineteen I was rhyming with Kurupt I had to step up
That enhanced me
Ever since then my peers never kept up
Suge advanced me
Said I was the best on the West since Pac rapping nasty
If you kids get touched it'll be two K's
That was Raz B
So I started memorizing raps
'Cause you hypnotized by niggas spitting lies
I'm emphasizing that not enough men too many mice
I'm minimizing that
I'll run towards your front porch with the gun torched
That's man like conduct without the unsports
No penalizing that
What the fuck is going on here?
Oh I see
They ain't wanna Eastsider to creep in the side door
I'm peepin' the vibe though
I'm from the city where niggas get off them pills
Bitches crip walk in heels
And we don't speak to the five-o
You snitch we beating your eyes closed
Leave you sleeping with winos
I write so many essays I should drop the link in a bio
On Cinco de Mayo
While I'm on the beach with Keysha my side ho
Feeding my pie hole
Frijoles and Pico de Gallo
I'm running all fades like bleach when you dye clothes
I should call my guest appearances facial features
'Cause even your eye knows
I'm a beast at my live shows
What the fuck is going on here, nigga?
I mean right here nigga
I mean here nigga
Catch this grenade your death wish is paid
My reckless brigade
Stack on the block then break bread like
Tetris was played when breakfast was made
Get pressed with this gauge
It's on my checklist to swipe your necklace and
Slice your neck with this blade before I exit the stage
I mean what the fuck is going on here, man?
Ay man
What the fuck is going on here?
Niggas acting like I ain't the best lyricist to
Ever be born on the west coast
Oh I see what's poppin'
Pistol sing at everything you rockin'
I will Depeche Mode your dress code
I will expose your chest bone
I will make you digest chrome to your neck bone explode
Like my best triple X sex load, let's go
What the fuck is going on here?
Been doing this since that nigga Fabo
Was seeing spaceships in Bankhead
Before niggas was getting Draco's
We was letting the vicious K go hit you Kangol
Pitching yayo the bitches sniffing Quaaludes
The work was coming from Mexico then it entered Dago
In a Winnebago
What the fuck is going on here?
Niggas acting like I ain't the best West bar spitter
Like niggas can spar bar for bar with a bartender
Bar so heavy put the bar on the end of a barbell
It becomes a bar bender
I ain't seen kids this trash since Pac's Brenda
The top contender get chopped in blenders after I Rakim'd him
Now cops wanna book me it's not kindle
I swindle like a bookie
My every line hit the fucking streets like my notebook
Dropped out the top window
I did features with some of the biggest artists
And buried them in the soils mud
My sword is stained with royal blood
I foil you with slugs and the snubs recoil
'Cause you addicted to pussy shit like a loyal stud
I cook rappers and boil thugs
I mean
What the fuck is going on here?
At nineteen I was rhyming with Kurupt I had to step up
That enhanced me
Ever since then my peers never kept up
Suge advanced me
Said I was the best on the West since Pac rapping nasty
If you kids get touched it'll be two K's
That was Raz B
So I started memorizing raps
'Cause you hypnotized by niggas spitting lies
I'm emphasizing that not enough men too many mice
I'm minimizing that
I'll run towards your front porch with the gun torched
That's man like conduct without the unsports
No penalizing that
What the fuck is going on here?
Oh I see
They ain't wanna Eastsider to creep in the side door
I'm peepin' the vibe though
I'm from the city where niggas get off them pills
Bitches crip walk in heels
And we don't speak to the five-o
You snitch we beating your eyes closed
Leave you sleeping with winos
I write so many essays I should drop the link in a bio
On Cinco de Mayo
While I'm on the beach with Keysha my side ho
Feeding my pie hole
Frijoles and Pico de Gallo
I'm running all fades like bleach when you dye clothes
I should call my guest appearances facial features
'Cause even your eye knows
I'm a beast at my live shows
What the fuck is going on here, nigga?
I mean right here nigga
I mean here nigga
Catch this grenade your death wish is paid
My reckless brigade
Stack on the block then break bread like
Tetris was played when breakfast was made
Get pressed with this gauge
It's on my checklist to swipe your necklace and
Slice your neck with this blade before I exit the stage
I mean what the fuck is going on here, man?
more tracks from the album
From the album
- The Weeklys, Vol. 4 (2019)
KXNG Crooked popular songs
- Welcome To Planet X (We’re Coming For You)
- I Can’t Breathe
- Truth (Why U Mad)
- I Want To Kill You
- Niggaz Winnin
- Intro
- Fallen Rap Gods
- Sick Of Being Broke
- No Plan B
- Life After Death Row (Interlude)
- Prometheus
- God Bless The Kxng
- Sauce Got Rules (Interlude)
- Hardest In The Game
- Know Thy Self
- Move Like A G Do
- If I Die
- Make Way For The KXNG
- Groupie
- Drum Murder Part 2
- Drum Murder Pt. 2
- Martian Pussy
- The Originals
- Lift Me Up