LYRICS: Cassper Nyovest – 4 Steps Back
Msunu we Nkabi (Uh)
This what you wanna do?
Hao nshape ka double tot ya Billiato on the rocks, mo matlapeng da so
Ekse
We drink Billiato, boy, that’s standard (Facts)
We don’t need no water and no Advil (Facts)
Show up at the party with a bad bitch (Woo)
She excited, shawty just can’t keep her hands still
Hold up, hold up, hold up (Hold up)
Y’all talk too much, I got the whole game on my scrotum (Get off)
Lemafi mafi, got the city on my shoulders
I’m getting hotter but the city getting colder
So I’m growing anti-social (Shit is deep)
And they say “Cass, just ignore that man”
I’m like “Nah, this gon’ be fun yo”
Put it on, let’s rap
I put you on and I even had to force that track
An endorsement ya Carvella? Man, that’s four steps back
I mean how dare you, step to the Don? Another level
The only time I see little niggas is in my rear view
The first 16 was kinda lite just to prepare you
‘Cause I’ma say what all these other niggas is scared to
Yeah out of the way, bare diawa today
Yeah it’s all fun and games until I wanna play (Haha)
Sit back and relax this about to get uncomfortable
Why you mad at me? Ambitiouz is the one fuckin’ you
They said it’s war, and I should load up strong
I said “Nah, let’s take it easy, you should hold that thought”
You ain’t the king, Kgosi that nigga who owns those songs
Man you a bitch, cut the act and just show your thong
Get ready to be removed, boy, some things you shouldn’t do
‘Cause you built your career on the features with who and who
You know you got a history my nigga, don’t act confused
See this right here is karma for women that you abused
Situation is as tight as your pants, monna wa brika (Chief)
Die julie dag o tsamaya nkare o jaiva tsipatsipa
The Hype magazine of this rap shit, kea spita
Think about it, you only blew up after my feature (Get it?)
And now you wanna come after me dawg
I guess lwena o rata ho hlafoniwa nkare Stimorol
You should’ve done Piano too dawg, that’s what I see dawg
‘Cause o phila o apere mokokotelo, ene ke Hip Hop
Forty million vies, I mean that’s not bad
Considering that half of it is just one track
Man, how the fuck is you an upcoming artist at 36?
And why you tried to use Riky’s death to get a hit? (Woo)
See women like my smile, I’m guessing the cheese different (Yeah)
We don’t pay no rent, we own the cribs that we live in (Yeah)
I been in trouble too, had to bribe police even
But the difference is: I beat the charges, you beat women (Uh)
Ufis’ukuba ne mali neh? I know where the cash at
You are Mandla Mthembu, I’m Robert Gumede
I never see you with bitches, only niggas with bad reps
I’m sure ha le studio-ng dah go nkga marete, hmm, go nkga mosunu
O sure maar wa skoon? (Heh?)
‘Cause nna ha ke go shebile kare o ka nkga sebono (Heh)
Nkare motho a shebetse papa ka monkgo wa cabbage
Nyuku e hlatswa bathu maar shem wena o e paletse
What you mean?
I don’t know why these niggas keep tryin’ it man (The Don Billiato)
I’m not the one boy (Ask about me)
Y’all should already know by now (Talk to ’em)
I guess I gotta keep remindin’ y’all (Rock for me, uh)
The King’s back (The Don Billiato)
And if any of you motherfuckers try this shit
Or you think of tryin’ this shit
Just know I’m always loaded (Pah)
And I go for the heart
Don’t fuck with me
Brand new single out (Put Your Hands Up)
That’s the motherfuckin’ anthem
Hao nshape ka double tot ya Billiato on the rocks, mo matlapeng da so
Re sa tlwaelana masepa gents
