Kd Lyrics - Singles - Dave East

(1): 

Beg your pardon, I ain't at the garden 

I'm a Harlem nigga, I'm at Dyckman 

My favorite shooter had to switch states, tryna stay low from inditements 

I been the same nigga since diapers 

Same nigga with no license 

Same nigga caught the train nigga 

Now I'm gettin brain from your wifey 

You need a pass just to come 'round 

I need that Rolly face bust down 

Tryna chill cause it's Ramadan but I kill these niggas when that sun down 

I ain't cooling less gun round 

You can lose your life over one pound 

Take my time in the trap stressing 

I'm baggin up in a rush now 

Fuck what you thought, this not L.A. 

So we ain't driving by, we gon' pull up and park 

Catch you at the light, make it get dark 

In the night when bitches taking it off 

I'm just tryna get my cake up, my bitch bad with no makeup 

Gunning for ya, got a hungry lawyer 

Go up in the court and shoot a case up 

Bully probably pull a [?] up, I been thinking bout that ghost shit 

I'm retarded when it comes to cops, on my momma I don't know shit 

On my momma I done sold nicks 

Not a liar, never sold bricks 

If they raid the crib nigga, don't snitch 

Everybody get it, I got no picks 

Trey pounds, that's a KD 

Pray to God they don't take me 

Rolex or a A.P 

226 with no safety 

Get some work, hit the road 

We was hustling in the Cove 

Feel it when it hit your nose 

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(2): 

Trey pound, that's a KD 

I ain't showing up if they don't pay me 

Been nice since [?], these bitches on to me lately 

Telling me that I look good, telling me that I smell nice 

This why I sell sour D, still on my moms for that bail price 

Play ball and I played the trap 

I can tell you what them scales like 

Had a celly with a bunk bed, I can tell you what them jails like 

Cop shit before we hit the streets, you still waiting for that sell price 

Stepped on and get dismissed 

We like big fish, talking whale type 

45 that's a come back, east river where they dump that 

Bed breakfast on Linox Ave 

Got a flight to Vegas, where lunch at 

My youngin got it, he can pump that 

My homie hit it, I don't want that 

Hate a bitch that never got here own 

Always asking niggas where the blunts at 

33 that's a Scot Pip 

Foreign bitch up in the drop six 

Thinking when I couldn't cop shit 

I would trap in Queens, Fetty Wap shit 

Rockstar need a moshpit 

Photos 

Live a thug life on some Pac shit 

Fly nigga need a cockpit 

You ain't fucking with me, you can watch this: 

Trey pounds, that's a KD 

Pray to God they don't take me 

Rolex or a A.P 

226 with no safety 

Get some work, hit the road 

We was hustling in the Cove 

Feel it when it hit your nose 

Waking up with different hoes