TKO (Black Friday Remix) (feat. J. Cole, A$AP Rocky & Pusha T)

I don't understand it

Tell me how could you be so low?

(And all in thrilling, new, living sound) Dammit babe

Blood thicker than water, right

Fuck bitches, they all alike

Stand up nigga

Not the falling type

Heart blacker than a Harlem night

Til I met you, they say the devil wear Prada

But I doubt it cause the Lord did bless you

Damn look at that body

Short bus shorty, cause it sure is special

Cole to the rescue, never save a ho

Hoes like to hide their behavior though

Thought you was a down ass bitch

'Til I found that shit a couple days ago

I was home alone, next thing I know

That long ass verse

From a song called "Control" was on

The room got nearer, the tune got clearer

That's when I seen the shit playing on your phone

Girl, what is that, a ringtone

Shit, not you too

Man that hype done got you too

Everybody and their momma gassed

Even my momma asked what I'mma do

Decisions, decisions

In case this is war

Then I load up on all ammunition

If a nigga want problems, my trigger's on auto

I'll make sure that nobody miss him

Now pack up your shit, you don't believe in me

I don't need you, I got me, bitch

Same nigga moved to NYC, bitch

Got a record deal

And a college degree, bitch

Two gold plaques, I produced all the tracks

And I never ever ever lean on Jay-Z, bitch

And after all that achievement

Real nigga never even went and got his teeth fixed

Now you try to play me, bitch?

You try to fuckin' play me? I ought to knock your ass out

TKO, I don't understand it

Tell me how could you be so low

You've been swinging after the bell

And after all of the whistle blows

Tried to go below the belt

Through my chest, perfect hit to the dome

Dammit babe

All hail Pretty Flacko, bitch, celebrate it

Had the game on lock, streets serenaded

Now you lame mothafuckas

Lookin' devastated

Bet you niggas wish you never hated, that's the devil ain't it

Fuck that shit, he rich, fuck that shit, he this

Fuck that shit, he that

He black, he don't like blacks

Fuck that shit, he wack

Fuck that shit he raps

Fuck that shit he spits, fuck that bitch

Fuck that bitch he with, finished talking shit

Get up off my dick

The nonsense is synonymous with comments

From the blogs about

Menages with the gossips and the bosses

Fuck surprises

I'm monogamous and not to mention, in my closet

Is a model chick, grimey gothic fits, trapped inside of it

Besides it I'd deny the shit

Y'all should stop the shit

I'm the shit, not just kinda sick

The doc prescribed my shit

Cock it, click-click, opposite, stop and droppin' shit

'Fore poppin' shit, from popular

To poppin' picks to poppin' tits

She pop her pussy, pop a Xanny

Popular for compliments

Make it rain, she pop that shit

It boosts her confidence

Was supposed to stop this shit

But spit like I forgot some shit

Forgot the topic, I hope God forgive you

Peep my common sense

TKO, I don't understand it

Tell me how could you be so low

You've been swinging after the bell

And after all of the whistle blows

Tried to go below the belt

Through my chest, perfect hit to the dome

Dammit babe

This ain't the girl I used to know, no, not anymore

TKO

JT this like deja vu right?

All this album of the year talk

Niggas claiming they're the best out

I been hot since the Purple Tape

And this cuban's poking my chest out

They keep calling on King Push, this beach chair

I'm stretched out

My name is my name, bitch

Until I'm gone and it's etched out

I been known to blow a quarter brick on baby

Hairs and a messy bun

If I make her mine, I made her mind

She fall in line and we got some

Memoirs of a millionaire, even better I'm a reallionaire

Alaïa skirt, Fendi work

Dress my baby like build-a-bear

Fuck you know about the type of rollie

Fuck you know about blowin' bands

Bezel on it like a grand circle, diamonds in it

Holdin' hands

A1 since day 1, I sold dope and my name rung

I sold dope where I came from

And it's all dope what I made from it

No lie, know why?

Guy Fish in my bowtie

JT up in the 3 piece and we magic baby

Like showtime

She ain't know, we ain't know, try to trap her

But she ain't slow

Once she trap you with the DA flow

It's lights out, TKO