Lyrics Krept & Konan – Metafives

Run up on him take the 2 Packs, this is Thugs Life
Think its a joke til you hold the sword
Riding your boat, you’ll be overboard
Catch him grinding on the curb, and leave Tony Hawk
Now you got plants over you, Bu-Bulbasaur
And the robbing got bait so I fell off
But I can get dread with a box, Lennox
Out here tryna move rice, Jellof
You can get corn for the flake, Kellogs
Snub nose I’ll be lettin the boogers loose
Sweet boys get hit with a sugar tooth
Cos I’m not a talker, fam I pull and shoot
Bitch in the way I corn her, M-M-Muller Fruit
Fuckin with Konez paper
I’ll be steppin on your boat but I’m no sailor
Heard you got a hard box, Joe Fraiser
I’ll be takin your food but I’m no waiter
You can get a wig shot, that’s a no brainer
With the toast, you’ll be ghost like you know Jada
Call it road labour, when I work the strip
I’m tryna get rid of Brown like Conservatives
Click-Clack, I’ll be squeezing mine
Big Mac, but I ain’t got cheese in mind
I’ll have your mum mourning like its AM
When I put her son down like its evening time
And when the four flicks

I’ll be wetting up your mug like I pour drinks
Its like the Saw film when I draw sticks
Cos after he Saw 4 5, he saw 6!
Fuck off!