Yall Can Have That - K Rino

Nah nah man, I’m good I’m good I’m good

Nah man, I don’t want none, man

That’s you, that’s what y’all do, I’m straight

I’mma be over here, man

Watch

All that flashing and that cappin', y’all can have that

Trickin', money, shinin' clothes, y’all can have that

I ain’t come to play around, just show me where the cash at

I’m rehab, that’s a murderer, don’t make me have a flashback

All that flashing and that cappin', y’all can have that

Trickin', money, shinin' clothes, y’all can have that

I ain’t come to play around, just show me where the cash at

I’m rehab, that’s a murderer, don’t make me have a flashback

I’m known for having more stamina than my challenger

Y’all cats is outdated like the '97 calendar

Told them people from the top, ain’t no way that I’mma stop

Haters find it hard to get through to me like my numbers blocked

The way these swag boys act I ain’t surprised at that

Watch me kill a beat, double back and revive the track

Why you mad at me, partner?

I’m just describin' facts

Best line I heard you say is «Would you like some fries with that?»

I’m in your crib 'cus somebody but the hit out

He kicked his own door down from the inside tryin' to get out

Dead kittens laying everywhere who let that pet out?

Rappers is dry heavin', no more blood left to spit out

Y’all at the show, tryin' to dance, doin' flips

At your photo shoot, wearin' skirts, hands on your hips

I’mma beat you like your daddy swingin' fast with my belt

You make dollar menu music, cheap and bad for your health

All that flashing and that cappin', y’all can have that

Trickin', money, shinin' clothes, y’all can have that

I ain’t come to play around, just show me where the cash at

I’m rehab, that’s a murderer, don’t make me have a flashback

All that flashing and that cappin', y’all can have that

Trickin', money, shinin' clothes, y’all can have that

I ain’t come to play around, just show me where the cash at

I’m rehab, that’s a murderer, don’t make me have a flashback

If you wanna bump with me, I’mma send you back home

Talkin' bout my clothes when you got middle school slacks on

Practice hard before the fight, now it’s time for war tonight

Want his girlfriend in the battle, but took his mama she’s more my type

These fellas so soft, I don’t even need my fist to fight 'em

Your songs sound like you let your little sister write 'em

Do what you got to do, and I’mma put a stop to you

These boys is walkin' around souped up like they got the flu

I don’t care about the drank or the strippers or the weed up in your limo

I’m a underground CEO with my own label I don’t need to send no demo

Drop a real short passage that be way above average

All these silly rabbits rapping 'bout they drug habits

And I heard your track was booboo, that ain’t new news

Your single been on YouTube for 11 months, with only 22 views

10 from you, 7 from your lil' partner who mixed it

And the other 5 from a few dudes who accidentally clicked it

All that flashing and that cappin', y’all can have that

Trickin', money, shinin' clothes, y’all can have that

I ain’t come to play around, just show me where the cash at

I’m rehab, that’s a murderer, don’t make me have a flashback

All that flashing and that cappin', y’all can have that

Trickin', money, shinin' clothes, y’all can have that

I ain’t come to play around, just show me where the cash at

I’m rehab, that’s a murderer, don’t make me have a flashback

I’m spittin' on a daily basis, bro your style is tasteless

I saw your pages you dot your eyes with smiley faces

My words are symmetrically embedded with no edits

And to my credit I can repeat what you say before you said it

This industries pathetic, full of hateful games

I want cash I ain’t tryin' to wear your record label chain

It’d be different if you paid us good and took us to the moon

Gimme my bread I don’t need you to send no hookers to my room

You can keep your drugs fam, I ain’t judgin' I ain’t hatin'

I’m just sayin' once that high wear off them bills gon' still be waitin'

First they told me dumb my lyrics down, do club music, you’ll see hits

How the hell I look doin' the «Grand Deception (Booty Remix)»?

In the daytime you thuggin', chasin' profits and ends

But every night, you hangin' out with your androgynous friends

When they hear you rap they go «Eh, that’s cool, yeah he okay»

When they hear me rap they go «Ooh, hol' up, rewind, what’d he say?»

So listen

All that flashing and that cappin', y’all can have that

Trickin', money, shinin' clothes, y’all can have that

I ain’t come to play around, just show me where the cash at

I’m rehab, that’s a murderer, don’t make me have a flashback

All that flashing and that cappin', y’all can have that

Trickin', money, shinin' clothes, y’all can have that

I ain’t come to play around, just show me where the cash at

I’m rehab, that’s a murderer, don’t make me have a flashback