4pm The Kappa (freestyle) Lyrics - Big K.r.i.t.

Living life like its 4PM at the Kappa 

Word to Slim Thug on four Swangas and adapters 

Shine on my vessel got my statue in the rafters 

Balling in the mix from here and thereafter 

Wrote another chapter bout climbing up the ladder 

Got glass on the dash I just hope it don't shatter 

Into pieces, diamond in the gold in the teefis 

Accent the features, pants with the creases, prestigious 

With that player shit when I play 

The bass might knock the bumper off anyday 

Keep the drank in tray put the big by the kay 

Don't be fronting on my name you can't live where I stay 

You don't pay what I pay to get the Kobe filet 

You prolly thinking Lakers I was talking bout steak 

It's marble on the plate crustaceans on the way 

Got tired of catching shrimp so I mixed up the bait 

I mixed up the batter then I baked up the cake 

I chopped up the slices and scraped off the flake 

Im sorry for the mix up and scraped off the fake 

It ain't enough salt to get tossed to kill my chase 

Creeping like a slug in a slab on the slope 

But if I do the dash I can keep up with the bose 

The Race, the Rarries, the Lex and the gold 

If you ain't riding foreign this some shit you can't decode 

I hate to be high siddity but I gotta bid 

Getting green best show on earth I gotta see it 

That shit was supper drastic we reachin in the dashes 

Throw away the throw away we recycling the plastic 

Pay my own way buy whatever I imagine 

The only time a nigga carry me is in a casket 

Straight off the porch poke my chest our forreal 

Fell out the womb prolly showing my grill 

Sipped on the syrup before I started coughin 

Prolly hit the southside before I started walking 

Knew about eat eat before I started talking 

Balling up my fist trying to keep these haters off me 

Crucifix charm the only thing that could cross me 

Lauryn Hill flow had to kill these track softly 

Acrobatic trunk let it flip and let it thump 

From the bass out the jump this that Dominique Dawes 

Run away with it who sang with the dash 

Olympic gold medal standing up for the cash 

Im itching for the scratch you would think I had a rash 

Brought a Betty in the deck had a nigga acting bad 

In my crooked place all the way to belt weight 

The way I do it H-Town you would think a nigga stayed 

All the way to Dallas the 15s you feel it 

Jamming Big Chuck talking Southside the realest 

I was born with the gumpshun you wouldn't know where to get it 

Turn anger into green you can call me Bill Bixby 

Hulk with the grind and the hustle's incredible 

Order the expensive bottle even if it's terrible 

Then stock J's wear em they ain't even wearable 

The rhyme show the time and the chime like a parable 

Practice what I preach grab the bib for a freak 

Let her gobble on my meat till I bust in her cheek 

Then it's back on the creep for the fetty and the gwalla 

Groundhog Day do it all over tomorrow 

Might catch a plane and get fly for no reason 

Cuz some shit you just can't sprinkle for the season 

Some shit you just can't, you just can't 

Like dethrone a king and follow me off in the bank 

Tae bo flow kicking shit like Billy Blanks 

Just have the lint brush if I ever were to mank [?] 

[Hook x2] 

Living life like its 4pm at the Kappa 

Word to Slim Thug on four Swangas and adapters 

Shine on my vessel got my statue in the rafters 

Balling in the mix from here and thereafter 

KRIZZLE 

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