Song name – KO
Singer – NLE The Great
Check out KO Song Lyrics by NLE The Great
Yahweh, Yahweh
K-O, K-O
Hmm, voo-D-I-O
Yahweh bomba ye
Don’t step any further (Ayy)
I was quiet for a minute, now I’m breaking up the peace
Insomnia, time to wake you niggas out ya sleep
I say I’m on ’em, they in a coma, it’s time to dome ’em
Headshot, goner, you can smell the aroma
YoungBoy, what? This the big boy league
I put one up in your gut under the Jesus piece
Last thing that I heard was “Jesus, please”
Had me looking at the Devil like “This is your king?”
Ain’t no fun, when the rabbit got the gun, you run
You just a pawn on the Devil chessboard, you done
I’m trying to step some, bless some, wet one, stretch one
What you can do, I can do better
R.I.P. y’all altogether, all black in some leather
I eat bullets and shit Berettas, rival with my Chiappa Winchester
Bet yo’ bottom dollar Top Shotta packin’ heat
Iron Mike, Cus D’Amato, I’ll put a nigga to sleep
We can bang this shit out for all the real niggas
The house and the field niggas, I’m trill, nigga
I rock nations, “Still nigga”
Cut the head off the snake when I deal with ’em
So it’s on like Scarface, Al Capone
Lucky Luciano, Don Vito Corleone
And I’ll bury all you cockroaches, where? In ya’ homes, the catacombs
Store the bones, I’ma leave smoking
When the smoke clear, cry smoke of tears
“It’s Hunting Season” on the “Wall of Weird,” head hunting souvenirs
K-O, K-O
Hmm, voo-D-I-O
Yahweh bomba ye (If you cross that line)
Don’t step any further (Don’t you step any further, nigga)
K-O
Purple reign, I’m strapped with two Glocks on me, twin flames
Tryna bring a demon pain, I’m losing sane
I got a bullet, engraved on it his name
Clip like a d*ck, dump it ’til it’s all gone, that’s a s*x change
This shit get deeper than rap, can give a f*ck ’bout the streets
Yahweh sent me to decease ’em so I’m the reaper to greet ’em
Andele, bombs away, down go the four
Ten was the count (Nigga), but he don’t want no mo’
Let’s see who macho for real
Lock me in a room with you, I’ll make ya pipsqueak squeal from his grill
I’m gonna cock and let you taste the iron
Blow your head off your neck like a dandelion, come on
Bitch boy, sugar honey iced tea
He a he-she man, brah, I’ll put them lead carrots in yo’ ass
Now you’re wearin’ a colostomy bag for a pamper
I’m cancer, I’m tryna cancel ’em
K-O (Man), K-O (Down)
Hmm, voo-D-I-O (Clean up on aisle Tre, nigga)
Yahweh bomba ye (If you cross that line)
Don’t step any further (Don’t step any further, nigga)
You poison the youth, nothin’ positive you do
You the reason niggas beating bitches thinking that it’s cute
You send niggas to do what you wouldn’t even do
Role model, you will never fit the shoe, mm
Just a nigga with emotion, a breastfed bitch
Your aura give me the ick, niggas like you make me sick
Money, power, guns, and a few drugged-out crash outs
Make you think you the one who can lash out
F*ck benefit of doubt, we all tryna make it out
Tried to peace it up with ya, you the one that wanted clout
Holding onto a image that you ain’t really living
Everybody that you rep on, I know who really did it, uh
Can you feel it? The reaper want a visit
Judgement Day around the corner, the Creator livid
Purposely making decisions to promote mo’ violence
That’s bringing mo’ death unto his innocent children
When I do it, it’s different, when he do it, it’s ignorant
I’m in love with the art, he tearing people apart
Embrace my light and my dark, why he ain’t doing his part?
Why he ain’t doing his part? Why he ain’t doing his part?
K-O (Man), K-O (Down)
Hmm, voo-D-I-O (Clean up on aisle Tre, nigga)
Ye (If you cross that line)
Don’t step any further (Don’t you step any further, nigga, bow-bow)
K-O (Man), K-O (Down)
Hmm, voo-D-I-O (Clean up on aisle Tre, nigga)
Yahweh bomba ye (If you cross that line)
Don’t step any further (Bow-bow-bow)
