Video Adams Apple de Ksi 2024 Rap Lyrics

Ksi - Adams Apple Lyrics

[Intro: KSI]
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!
These niggas ain't ready!
You wanted this, amigo
Yeah

[Verse: KSI]
End of this, you're gonna really want to kill me
End of this, your fans are really gonna feel me
Never miss whenever suckers wanna grill me
Sorry, miss, I gotta kill him with the click, click *gunshot*
I didn't really wanna do this
So my fans be sayin', "Who this?"
But they really wanna view this
Know you're dyin' when I shoot this
Had your ex all in my DMs
Pillow talkin' in the DMs (Ayy)
Trust me, nigga, take a seat (Ayy)
Gonna have this on repeat (Ayy)
Naga Viper with the heat (Ayy)
Mr. Z Man on the beat (Ayy)
Adam had to eat the apple (Ayy)
Time to kill him in a chapel (Mm)
Adam really shit the bed (Wha?)
How you gonna shit the bed? (No)
Alesa told me you were cryin' (Huh!)
Nigga, this shit had me dyin' (Rah!)
Had to clean up all your noodles (Mm)
I expect that from a poodle (Mm)
And you know the best part? (What?)
Adam thought it was a fart (Damn!)
Damn, nigga, haven't even pulled the trigger
You should never try to diss the nigga
One-seven milli', still I'm bigger, I don't care about your bank report
At least I'm never payin' child support
But why your baby mama sayin' that you ain't even payin' that?
Ain't a game, so you never feel like playin' that?
Stop the music, bitch
And go back to blocks, you'll make more money (Yeah)
And when it comes to shocks, I got more comin' (Yeah)
When it comes to cocks, you a small summin'
When it comes to flops, you're the first running
When it comes to pops, you ain't there sonnin'
Nigga, tell me why the fuck you're cuttin' yourself?
How you're gonna be a dad when you're cuttin' yourself?
But it's not all you're doin', you fucked up and I know you're brewin'
Time to reminisce, I hope you're hearin' this
I didn't wanna be the one to be out blarin' this
But fuck it, behind the mask, you're a prick
What you did made me sick
Smearin' blood on this chick
Yeah, let's talk about Dawn
Slappin' and choking from dusk till dawn
Then blaming your alter-egos
What the fuck? That's not cool, amigo
"That's not Adam, that was John that hit you" (Yeah)
"That's not Adam, that was Shaun that beat you" (Yeah)
"That's not Adam"– nah, fuck you, Adam
Any woman beater gets the fucking heater
R.I.P. like Rita, hope you like my feature (Ha!)
That's your baby mama
Flew her over just to end the saga
KSI, I'm the king of drama (Uh)
Karma, karma, kicking down like Sparta
You will always be a dreadful father
Post Malone, he ain't savin' shit
Your tattoos are shit, chronic masturbator
Comin' now and later
Why you horny looking at an alligator? I'm your violator
This the bar on my mission
Nothin' can save your dead vision, bitch!
[Outro: KSI]
Ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy
GG, motherfucker