KTS Von
KTS All I Know
[Intro]
Damn Jay Will made this?
L'z!
Fuck these n***as
Ahh?
Going dumb!
No lackin' part 3!
Check it out
Going dumb!
Boolin'
No lack part 3!
Turn up, turn up (Tune in)
Turn up, turn up (Bitch!)

[Chorus]
Rockin' out like a backseat
Blowin' on good dope
Foreign hoe don't even smoke and her boyfriend is a negro
My bank account got hella 0's
Don't try to be no hero
Them 30 shots gon' blow
KTS all I know

[Verse 1]
FaceTime with my iPhone, Dirty sprite in my styrofoam
Shorty got a fat joody, fake tits, silicones
Fuck n***as see I'm on, get yo ass on when he act strong
Grab some chrome and blow hot
Make 'em go Gotti, no postcards on L'z
I'm off the shits, watch me tweak
Shorty, she creepin', she feelin', watch her freakin' more thoinks and more hoеs her baches, no ass sores
I'm outta lеan pouring up the four
Shawty pussy fat, so I gotta score
Fuck her on the patio, we in it, outdoors
Make a bitch scream Kutthroat till her voice hoarse
Shawty-shawty throw it back like a music chorus
Did she, did she give me top till her throat sore
[Chorus]
Rockin' out like backseat
Blowin' on good dope
Foreign hoe don't even smoke and her boyfriend is a negro
My bank account got hella 0's
Don't try to be no hero
Them 30 shots gon' blow
KTS all I know
Rockin' out like backseat
Blowin' on good dope
Foreign hoe don't even smoke and her boyfriend is a negro
My bank account got hella 0's
Don't try to be no hero
Them 30 shots gon' blow
KTS all I know
Rockin' out like backseat
Blowin' up loud dope
Foreign hoe don't even smoke and her boyfriend is a negro
My bank account got hella 0's
Don't try to be no hero (Yay)
Them 30 shots gon' blow
KTS all I know (Lake, lake, lake, lake)

[Verse 2]
Feelin' like I'm famous
Ridin' 'round with Haitians
Bad bitches, ass fat, head - the greatest
Opp n***as, sneak dissin', leave 'em, we takers
No bags, bitch, we blow loud, we cop that 'bout acres
I'm chillin', drillin', rollin', I'm wasted (Catch 2 T)
Gotti, they lackin', we shoot 'em, like [patients/passes?]
Got L'z and East on the same mob
Choppa shells they gon' burn
These n***as don't learn
And she call me a thot
Okay, this bitch give me top, 'cause that lil' pussy hot
I'm the best thing happen to the Glock, since the Glock happened to the block
I'm a menace, like Lil' Les
I'm East Side like bomb jay, middle finger up like TG
One way, a gun play, I'm hittin' shit like Freako
More hoes like Zeko, I blow bands, she eat bands
RIP she eat throat
Shout out to Lakes, Fuck 2 T them n***as flee (Bitches)
When they see F get the BGs them n***as bees
Huh