K
S V T Lyrics
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Nigga, that's just how I do thangs
Got some killas in the cut
Throwin' Bs, like they Wu-Tang
My Crip niggas know what's up
So muthafuck the games that you play
And if you ever fuck wit' us
Whole team shootin' like it's 2 K
They shoulda never let me out, nigga
Don't you know my momma from Detroit
Boy, I'll put the Piston in ya mouth, nigga
I'ma take ya shorty if you doubt, nigga
Might Derek Fisher with your spouse, nigga
Like Django, mixed with James Jones
I'm on the King throne, and you a house nigga
I be 2 Kin', with them 2 Ks
Take a shot, and make the play die
I'll send them shooters where u stay
Just say you got the shit on Gamefly
I tell them acting niggas "Take Two"
Fuck me? And I'ma pay you
Shots at ya lineup, for reachin', nigga
Throws free, and you can take two
Aaaah, trey pound, that's a K:D
Pray to God, and that's A V
Freed Bobby Shmurda, shout to Dave East
Locs got Nets like Jay-Z
Looka, looka, looka look at me now
My free shooters out in Brooklyn be foul
Haters hatin' like it's good to be down
Dwight Howard. Pussy, look at me smile
.45 by my gut
Nigga, that's just how I do thangs
Got some killas in the cut
Throwin' Bs, like they Wu-Tang
My Crip niggas know what's up
So muthafuck the games that you play
And if you ever fuck wit' us
Whole team shootin' like it's 2 K
Bow, bow, bitch
I be gun walkin' when I hold the heater
Might pull up on you with them sticks
And I ain't talkin' no controller either
Need to circle your block to flex
And shoot a square, just for talkin' foul
Then pass the burner to my ex
If I P-O-P, she gon' hold it down
I'ma Knicks fan, but for 6 bands
I'll leave your body where the Cavs play
Have your whole squad dressed in black
Your youngins lookin' like it's Draft Day
Your stash? I can't wait to Rob it & Horry ya
Shootout in Flatbush, you'll drown in Astoria
Feds had you singin' and shoutin' like Gloria
Shut the fuck up and go out like a Warrior
Klay Thompson with the grey Thompson
Draymond Green, the way I play wit' teams
Barbosa, out the large toaster
Them rounds burst, long range, in 3s
Like bow, bow, bow
Feeling like I'm near fever, you a scared diva
Boy, I let my shorty whip the yay yay
And she danced on it like a cheerleader
Only got four bars, for you local fucks:
Flexin' online. Dumb niggas, loadin' up
Lay low. Can't let the Feds know too much
I mean God, we all sinners. But you post too much
I rather get ejected, then to grow old in cuffs
Nigga muthafucc 12, I'm Malone enough
You playin' Westbrook, with your best look
But this Tony Allen, got your vest shook
.45 by my gut
Nigga, that's just how I do thangs
Got some killas in the cut
Throwin' Bs, like they Wu-Tang
My Crip niggas know what's up
So muthafuck the games that you play
And if you ever fuck wit' us
Whole team shootin' like it's 2 K
Bow, bow, bitch
I be gun walkin' when I hold the heater
Might pull up on you wit them sticks
And I ain't talkin' no controller either
Need to circle your block to flex
And shoot a square, just for talkin' foul
Then pass the burner to my ex
If I P-O-P, she gon' hold it down
The lyrics to S V T's song K are filled with references to gangs, guns, and violence. The first verse talks about having a .45 gun and having killers with him, emphasizing that he means business. He also references the Wu-Tang Clan and their love of throwing up the "W" for "West Side," a gesture commonly used by crips. He also mentions his affiliation with the Crip gang and warns people not to mess with him or his team because they will shoot like they're playing the video game 2 K.
In the second verse, he talks about how he just got out of prison and that people shouldn't mess with him because of his connections to Detroit and the dangerous "Piston" in his mouth. He also talks about taking someone's significant other, making a reference to former NBA player Derek Fisher, who famously had an affair with his teammate's ex-wife. He ends the verse by comparing himself to the character Django mixed with James Jones, two infamous characters known for their violence and dominance.
In the final verse, he continues with references to violence and sports, comparing himself to NBA players Klay Thompson, Draymond Green, and Tony Allen. He also mentions the dangers of flexing online, tempting fate with the Feds, and the dangers of spreading too much information. The chorus repeats the same lines about his gun and his killers, emphasizing his violent persona and warning others not to try him.
Line by Line Meaning
.45 by my gut
I always carry a gun for protection
Nigga, that's just how I do thangs
That's just how I do things
Got some killas in the cut
I have some dangerous people with me
Throwin' Bs, like they Wu-Tang
My people are throwing up gang signs
My Crip niggas know what's up
My fellow gang members understand the situation
So muthafuck the games that you play
I don't care about your games or lies
And if you ever fuck wit' us
If you mess with us
Whole team shootin' like it's 2 K
We will all start shooting at you
Fresh up outta, in the joint
Fresh out of prison
They shoulda never let me out, nigga
They should never have released me from jail
Don't you know my momma from Detroit
My mother is from Detroit
Boy, I'll put the Piston in ya mouth, nigga
I'll shoot you with a gun
I'ma take ya shorty if you doubt, nigga
I'll take your girlfriend if you don't believe me
Might Derek Fisher with your spouse, nigga
I might sleep with your wife like Derek Fisher did
Like Django, mixed with James Jones
I am like a mix of Django and James Jones
I'm on the King throne, and you a house nigga
I am in a superior position and you are weak
I be 2 Kin', with them 2 Ks
I am associated with both gangs 2 Kin' and 2 Ks
Take a shot, and make the play die
Shoot and kill the enemy
I'll send them shooters where u stay
I'll send people to shoot you where you live
Just say you got the shit on Gamefly
Just say you have drugs for sale
I tell them acting niggas "Take Two"
I tell fake people to leave me alone
Fuck me? And I'ma pay you
Come after me and I'll retaliate
Shots at ya lineup, for reachin', nigga
I'll shoot at the group of people you're with
Throws free, and you can take two
I'll give you a chance to defend yourself
Aaaah, trey pound, that's a K:D
A three-pound gun is a killer
Pray to God, and that's A V
Pray to God for your safety
Freed Bobby Shmurda, shout to Dave East
I give a shout-out to those who have helped Bobby Shmurda get released from prison
Locs got Nets like Jay-Z
My sunglasses are like Jay-Z's Brooklyn Nets hat
Looka, looka, looka look at me now
Look at me now
My free shooters out in Brooklyn be foul
My people in Brooklyn will play dirty
Haters hatin' like it's good to be down
People are hating even though they are in a bad position
Dwight Howard. Pussy, look at me smile
I am superior, and you are weak
Bow, bow, bitch
Shots fired
I be gun walkin' when I hold the heater
I walk with my gun when I am carrying it
Might pull up on you with them sticks
I might come at you with weapons
And I ain't talkin' no controller either
I am not talking about a video game controller
Need to circle your block to flex
I need to come around your area to show off
And shoot a square, just for talkin' foul
I'll shoot someone for talking disrespectfully
Then pass the burner to my ex
Then give the gun to my ex-girlfriend
If I P-O-P, she gon' hold it down
If I get arrested, she will take the blame
I'ma Knicks fan, but for 6 bands
I am a fan of the Knicks basketball team, but for $6,000
I'll leave your body where the Cavs play
I'll leave your dead body at the Cleveland Cavaliers' stadium
Have your whole squad dressed in black
Your whole group will be in mourning for you
Your youngins lookin' like it's Draft Day
Your followers look like they are being chosen for a team
Your stash? I can't wait to Rob it & Horry ya
I can't wait to steal your stash of drugs and harm you
Shootout in Flatbush, you'll drown in Astoria
There will be a violent confrontation, and the result will not be in your favor
Feds had you singin' and shoutin' like Gloria
You were cooperating with the authorities
Shut the fuck up and go out like a Warrior
Be quiet and die honorably
Klay Thompson with the grey Thompson
I am like Klay Thompson with a grey gun
Draymond Green, the way I play wit' teams
I am like Draymond Green with the way I work with people
Barbosa, out the large toaster
I am like Leandro Barbosa with a big gun
Them rounds burst, long range, in 3s
I shoot many rounds from a long distance, like a basketball 3-pointer
Like bow, bow, bow
The sound of the gun firing
Feeling like I'm near fever, you a scared diva
I am feeling powerful, and you are weak
Boy, I let my shorty whip the yay yay
My girlfriend sells drugs
And she danced on it like a cheerleader
And she was happy about making a sale
Only got four bars, for you local fucks:
I only have a few words for you insignificant people:
Flexin' online. Dumb niggas, loadin' up
Stop showing off on social media, and instead prepare for real-life danger
Lay low. Can't let the Feds know too much
Stay hidden and don't reveal too much information to the authorities
I mean God, we all sinners. But you post too much
We are all sinners, but you are revealing too much about yourself online
I rather get ejected, then to grow old in cuffs
I would rather get kicked out or killed than spend my life in prison
Nigga muthafucc 12, I'm Malone enough
I am prepared to resist the authorities
You playin' Westbrook, with your best look
You are trying too hard to impress
But this Tony Allen, got your vest shook
But I will still harm you, even if you are wearing a bulletproof vest
.45 by my gut
I always carry a gun for protection
Nigga, that's just how I do thangs
That's just how I do things
Got some killas in the cut
I have some dangerous people with me
Throwin' Bs, like they Wu-Tang
My people are throwing up gang signs
My Crip niggas know what's up
My fellow gang members understand the situation
So muthafuck the games that you play
I don't care about your games or lies
And if you ever fuck wit' us
If you mess with us
Whole team shootin' like it's 2 K
We will all start shooting at you
Bow, bow, bitch
Shots fired
I be gun walkin' when I hold the heater
I walk with my gun when I am carrying it
Might pull up on you with them sticks
I might come at you with weapons
And I ain't talkin' no controller either
I am not talking about a video game controller
Need to circle your block to flex
I need to come around your area to show off
And shoot a square, just for talkin' foul
I'll shoot someone for talking disrespectfully
Then pass the burner to my ex
Then give the gun to my ex-girlfriend
If I P-O-P, she gon' hold it down
If I get arrested, she will take the blame
Lyrics © DistroKid
Written by: Paul Hagan
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