Kaka - Dutchavelli

Turn a young boy to the D, not Abba

Dotty, know Dutch, not nice like Baka

Under my coat, that’s a brand new wap (Trust)

Man grab it and kick it like Kaka

Spent more than five years in the cell (Facts)

They had the young boy in the slammer

All of my niggas do murders and robberies

I’m from where they robbed Juelz Santana

Don’t need no central in this

Gang unit know I’m a gangster

Just gotta play for Sahara Grill (Yeah)

Don’t put no ice in my Fanta

The plug still talkin' 'bout future plans

If I burn this bridge, it don’t matter (No)

It’s Dutch from the fifth

Dun' know how the ting set mad up (Yeah)

Dun' know how the ting set mad up

Too much gyal, get grab up

Too much stab it and dig it and twist it

'Round here, too much man gt stab up (Come here)

Bar man wanna do rap

Too much cap, the ting don’t add up (No)

Ride around town, windows black

Move back 'fore the thing go black opp, ayy (Brrt)

Bad B tell me she on me

I’m like «Bend your back for my dargy»

I just bought a thousand grams of the clam

Pack goin' up North like Vardy

I gotta give thanks for my gun

What would I do without you, my chargie?

(What would I do without you, my chargie?)

Sixteen shots, get these pagans off me

Dun' know how the ting set different

Dutch, countless drillings

Way before waps and kitchen knives (Uh-uh)

Made do with mummy’s kitchen (Facts)

Tell my young boy «Carry this wap» (Carry that)

You don’t want to get caught slippin' (No)

If I stab it, dig it, twist it

Then I’m probably gonna leave it in him (Dutch)

No comment, no snitching

No face, I don’t wanna go prison

Been there, I don’t wanna go back

I lost so much time to the system (Facts)

Champagne for all of the pain, ain’t nothin' but Dom Pérignon when I’m pissin'

(Yeah)

Left me out in the rain, I know they’re gonna call my name when I’m missin'

Dun' know how the ting set mad up

Too much gyal, get grab up (Yeah)

Too much stab it and dig it and twist it

'Round here, too much man get stab up (Come here)

Bare man wanna do rap

Too much cap, the ting don’t add up (No)

Ride around town, windows black

Move back 'fore the thing go black opp, ayy (Brrt)