Purple
Kidd Keo
Kefno
Kidd Keo
My momma told me, boy be careful the might kill you kidd
Down my life, drug life and never change for peace, told my momma don't worry you will die rich
I spend and share with when my gang and with my family
Now we got too hoes and too hoes gang-bang with blue smoke, gone rich no gone bro, chain wine like glow-blow
With my bros and bando's sleeping, dreaming with band drugs, nightmares no talk ghost's, nightmares and phantoms
Purple smoke from my backpack, purple soul yeah i'm bad day, lean on my mouth brah, im feeling down brah
On a IA running so fly, chasin money till I die
Getting problems to a pop yard to the trash bag, to go yard
I'm down with my squad i'm bout that dope boy
Used to be broke boys now we some ball boys
Low for my smoke boys
Love all my home boys
I love all my home boys
Low noise on the phone, us
With my bros on the low, low
Getting paid with the coco
Drop a low on slow mo
Party down mientras I put it down
Making money with your shape, mom
Claping for you, wishin', workin' it
Make a movement, make the UZI, SKRRR
(Skrr, skrr)
Fuck on it, win it like PRR
Driving in forward, písale gas and I skrrt
I'm in trap for a mill, got a heart of steel
I'm in trap for a mill, did it up for the bills
So stressed never time for chill
Work hard never get killed
Pull em' up un cheese cheese
Voy a ser rico homie real dill
My momma told me "boy be careful they might kill you kid"
Drama life, drug life and never change for this
Told my momma don't worry you will die rich
I spend and share it with my gang and with my family
Now we too two hoes, and too hoes
Gang bang with blue smoke
Gone rich no gone broke
Shine wine like glow blow
With my bros and bandos
Sleeping, drinking with band drugs
Nightmares, no talk ghosts
Nightmares and phantoms
Purple smoke from my backpack
Purple soul yeah I'm bad dad
Lean on my mouth brah
I'm feeling down brah
On that IA running so fly
Chasin' money 'till I die
Getting problems no pop yard
To the trash bang to go yard
I'm down with my squad
I'm 'bout that dope boy
Used to be broke boys
Now we some ball boys
Used to be broke boys
Now we some ball boys
We used to be down boy
We out the ground boy
Kefno
Kidd Keo
My momma told me, boy be careful the might kill you kidd
Down my life, drug life and never change for peace, told my momma don't worry you will die rich
I spend and share with when my gang and with my family
Now we got too hoes and too hoes gang-bang with blue smoke, gone rich no gone bro, chain wine like glow-blow
With my bros and bando's sleeping, dreaming with band drugs, nightmares no talk ghost's, nightmares and phantoms
Purple smoke from my backpack, purple soul yeah i'm bad day, lean on my mouth brah, im feeling down brah
On a IA running so fly, chasin money till I die
Getting problems to a pop yard to the trash bag, to go yard
I'm down with my squad i'm bout that dope boy
Used to be broke boys now we some ball boys
Low for my smoke boys
Love all my home boys
I love all my home boys
Low noise on the phone, us
With my bros on the low, low
Getting paid with the coco
Drop a low on slow mo
Party down mientras I put it down
Making money with your shape, mom
Claping for you, wishin', workin' it
Make a movement, make the UZI, SKRRR
(Skrr, skrr)
Fuck on it, win it like PRR
Driving in forward, písale gas and I skrrt
I'm in trap for a mill, got a heart of steel
I'm in trap for a mill, did it up for the bills
So stressed never time for chill
Work hard never get killed
Pull em' up un cheese cheese
Voy a ser rico homie real dill
My momma told me "boy be careful they might kill you kid"
Drama life, drug life and never change for this
Told my momma don't worry you will die rich
I spend and share it with my gang and with my family
Now we too two hoes, and too hoes
Gang bang with blue smoke
Gone rich no gone broke
Shine wine like glow blow
With my bros and bandos
Sleeping, drinking with band drugs
Nightmares, no talk ghosts
Nightmares and phantoms
Purple smoke from my backpack
Purple soul yeah I'm bad dad
Lean on my mouth brah
I'm feeling down brah
On that IA running so fly
Chasin' money 'till I die
Getting problems no pop yard
To the trash bang to go yard
I'm down with my squad
I'm 'bout that dope boy
Used to be broke boys
Now we some ball boys
Used to be broke boys
Now we some ball boys
We used to be down boy
We out the ground boy
Credits
Writer(s): Padua Keoma Salas Sanchez, Karim Jose Maad Modrono
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