SPOONFORK by NIC@NITE & KONG

[Verse 1: KONG]

They done let a nigga walk in the mix
Schmokin’ stogies on the Southside
Never would’a known it've brought him to this
Winning like, dripping like..
Bigger cheese with the sun on the skin
Stunner shades to the kumite
Bet not a stain ever touching the mink
Hol’ up, wait
Hol’ up, wait
Done made yo lil bitch a starter pack
Lil’ bit o’ dick and some Raising Cane’s
Bet the next day she don’t call you back
Big stepping my big Fubu bomber jack
Giving my neighbors a heart attack
Calling me Indy the way I hop out the Expedition
Well these are the facts
Big baller brand
Niggas cheap goods
That dollar gen’
Got a speakerset need caved in
Niggas ask ape like, “where ya been?”
I been in the cut with a bad jawn, filming new shit for her OnlyFans (facts!)
Use the bread, get a half pound
Tryna feed the fam of the yardieman
Bishop Don “Magic” Parmesan
Think king, therefore I am
Jim Buck with the quick gun
‘Fore he even up, make him do the dance
Heavy airplay all day
Tryna keep it thorough, what the god said
Beast, dog, and a problem
Nigga big goon and the goblin
Lemme talk my- (Woo!)

[Verse 2: NIC@NITE]

Everything i do look good
Even struggle pretty - Ta-Nehisi Coates
Call ‘em Kevin Spacey, cause they fuck-boys
When they looking at us - ‘Men Who Stare At Goats’
(Don’t fucking play with me)
Born with it, bitches Maybelline
Now the only way you see him settle down is with a lil mama own a bakery (huh?)
Cheese man wit his bread bitch (oh)
Big talk make ‘em head scratch
What’s the matter bro? You look confused
Wake up wearing nothing but a gimp mask (you said what?)
All my puppets going Michelinnn
Ratatouille in a chef’s hat
Roll through wit a caravan go for miles, tell her call it whiplash
Hold up, wait
Hold up, wait
Done made yo lil bitch a starter pack
One day she acting like Nellie O
Next day she Alice in Wonderland
blow the phone up, “where dafuq you at???”
stacking, dripping, call him Hungry Jack
Sweet as the life that I’m living, this dick is on Bad Religion
Call a lift, on his Parliament
Getting scooped up by the mothership
Lipnicki’s jumping off the cliff
Watch him burn it down like he Brother 6
Heart eyes, she a Comme fit
Think I’m hot shit, got no publicist
If I did, prolly would have let ‘em go
Can’t nobody tell me not to talk shit (Do I even gotta-)

[Verse 3: KONG & *NIC@NITE*]

Do I even gotta speak my peace
Big wheel talk don't cheap my cheese
Drip from the altar, the flee fiji
God bless niggas like givenchy
*Big heaps of the cheese, don’t eat
Fucking up the feng shui, burn it down, bitch - yeet
Big ch’i, but he ain’t Chinese
Or at least don’t think, never 23 and me’d*
Good from the gate like an spd
Take half off like the kids got needs
Arm full of scars and a hand full of green
Pink cyclone betta ask bout me
(Fuck is he talking bout)
*Don’t say grace ‘fore I eat, or I’d spend too many beats tryna preach world peace
Big fat cheese all the big fat week
Showing big fat teef, so we seem like Greeks*
On me
That big brand like a frat boy
Unicycle been dat boi
*Leaving bread crumbs, he a big tease
so I dangle for ‘em like a cat toy*
Heat check deep nonstop
*Til they hang shirts from the rafters*
And he hold the mic with his pinky up
*like I’m sipping silly at the BAFTAs*
*I’m stupid*
Nigga!

• Hip-Hop
• Hip-Hop/Rap
• Rap
• electropop
• independent
• independent artist
• independent hip-hop
• pop
• rapper
• synth pop
• St. Louis