Feelin Like Kevo
I bought Givenchy for my bitch, bitch
Yeah, I bought Givenchy for my bitch, bitch
I bought Givenchy for my bitch, bitch
I bought Givenchy for my bitch, bitch
I bought Givenchy for my bitches, bitches
Yeah, I bought Givenchy for my bitches, bitches
Yeah, I bought Givenchy for my bitches, bitches
Yeah, I bought Givenchy for my bitches, bitches
Yeah, I bought Givenchy just for my ho
I bought Givenchy just for my ho
I bought Givenchy just for my ho
I bought Gi', huh
Rich-ass nigga got an Audemar, Patek
Got a goddamn Wraith with the door out, yeah
Glock 23 and I'ma up this bitch
And once I up this bitch, I'ma show out, huh
Trap was gettin' hot, had to get a new spot
So you know I had to go'n put the ho out, yeah
Riding through the city with a chopper with a titty
And you know I got a brand new big knot, huh
Appreciate the hitman coming out a minivan
They gon' leave a lil' nigga chastised, huh
Don't even gotta touch him, we ain't talkin', no discussion
Bitch, I'm up, I can go'n send a hit now, huh
Don't even gotta touch him, we ain't talkin', no discussion
Bitch, I'm up, I can go'n send a hit now, huh
Feet kicked up, Gucci shoes with the tusks
Got a freak ho with me, know my dick out, yeah, yeah
Hmm
If he call for a load, we gon' give it to him
Take the stock off the chop, but no Transformer
'Member ducking and dodging on every corner
Doing flips with a brick like a Mighty Morpher
Told myself to get rich and go have a daughter
Shootin' movies with Uzis, no camcorder
Takin' trips with amigos across the border (Yeah, yeah)
Put a thousand on your head, that's shoe money
Crip flags in my pocket, this blue money
Got 'em big mad, they know just how he coming
I'ma sit back and laugh, money just keep coming
Real big dog, the old-heads look up to me
Make one call, them chopper niggas gon' rush to me
Like Chris Paul, my niggas dishing the rock to 'em
No bathroom stall, but I'm shittin' on all of 'em, huh
Don't ride no tint, lil' bitch
You gon' see me when I double park and I lean
I crack that seal and then I pour that shit
Now a nigga back sippin' that lean
Been told my mama young nigga gon' quit cuttin' up
Then I bought more choppers with the beam
If a nigga want smoke, I ain't never ever turning down blunts
Drop him, drop you, your whole team
Had a big bankroll way back when I was twelve years old
Still poppin' shit, on the same thing
I ain't never goin' broke, hell nah, won't sell my soul
Still back in the trap with the things
Look at my drip, my drip, my swag
Got a cool quarter-thousand in a duffel bag
He sendin' big threats, so he got a toe-tag
Face-fucked his ho, got a fuck nigga mad
Rich-ass nigga got an Audemar, Patek
Got a goddamn Wraith with the door out, yeah
Glock 23 and I'ma up this bitch
And once I up this bitch, I'ma show out, huh
Trap was gettin' hot, had to get a new spot
So you know I had to go'n put the ho out, yeah
Riding through the city with a chopper with a titty
And you know I got a brand new big knot, huh
Appreciate the hitman coming out a minivan
They gon' leave a lil' nigga chastised, huh
Don't even gotta touch him, we ain't talkin', no discussion
Bitch, I'm up, I can go'n send a hit now, huh
Don't even gotta touch him, we ain't talkin', no discussion
Bitch, I'm up, I can go'n send a hit now, huh
Feet kicked up, Gucci shoes with the tusks
Got a freak ho with me, know my dick out, yeah, yeah
Capo YNC
YNC Capo, bitch, yeah
Yeah, I bought Givenchy for my bitch, bitch
I bought Givenchy for my bitch, bitch
I bought Givenchy for my bitch, bitch
I bought Givenchy for my bitches, bitches
Yeah, I bought Givenchy for my bitches, bitches
Yeah, I bought Givenchy for my bitches, bitches
Yeah, I bought Givenchy for my bitches, bitches
Yeah, I bought Givenchy just for my ho
I bought Givenchy just for my ho
I bought Givenchy just for my ho
I bought Gi', huh
Rich-ass nigga got an Audemar, Patek
Got a goddamn Wraith with the door out, yeah
Glock 23 and I'ma up this bitch
And once I up this bitch, I'ma show out, huh
Trap was gettin' hot, had to get a new spot
So you know I had to go'n put the ho out, yeah
Riding through the city with a chopper with a titty
And you know I got a brand new big knot, huh
Appreciate the hitman coming out a minivan
They gon' leave a lil' nigga chastised, huh
Don't even gotta touch him, we ain't talkin', no discussion
Bitch, I'm up, I can go'n send a hit now, huh
Don't even gotta touch him, we ain't talkin', no discussion
Bitch, I'm up, I can go'n send a hit now, huh
Feet kicked up, Gucci shoes with the tusks
Got a freak ho with me, know my dick out, yeah, yeah
Hmm
If he call for a load, we gon' give it to him
Take the stock off the chop, but no Transformer
'Member ducking and dodging on every corner
Doing flips with a brick like a Mighty Morpher
Told myself to get rich and go have a daughter
Shootin' movies with Uzis, no camcorder
Takin' trips with amigos across the border (Yeah, yeah)
Put a thousand on your head, that's shoe money
Crip flags in my pocket, this blue money
Got 'em big mad, they know just how he coming
I'ma sit back and laugh, money just keep coming
Real big dog, the old-heads look up to me
Make one call, them chopper niggas gon' rush to me
Like Chris Paul, my niggas dishing the rock to 'em
No bathroom stall, but I'm shittin' on all of 'em, huh
Don't ride no tint, lil' bitch
You gon' see me when I double park and I lean
I crack that seal and then I pour that shit
Now a nigga back sippin' that lean
Been told my mama young nigga gon' quit cuttin' up
Then I bought more choppers with the beam
If a nigga want smoke, I ain't never ever turning down blunts
Drop him, drop you, your whole team
Had a big bankroll way back when I was twelve years old
Still poppin' shit, on the same thing
I ain't never goin' broke, hell nah, won't sell my soul
Still back in the trap with the things
Look at my drip, my drip, my swag
Got a cool quarter-thousand in a duffel bag
He sendin' big threats, so he got a toe-tag
Face-fucked his ho, got a fuck nigga mad
Rich-ass nigga got an Audemar, Patek
Got a goddamn Wraith with the door out, yeah
Glock 23 and I'ma up this bitch
And once I up this bitch, I'ma show out, huh
Trap was gettin' hot, had to get a new spot
So you know I had to go'n put the ho out, yeah
Riding through the city with a chopper with a titty
And you know I got a brand new big knot, huh
Appreciate the hitman coming out a minivan
They gon' leave a lil' nigga chastised, huh
Don't even gotta touch him, we ain't talkin', no discussion
Bitch, I'm up, I can go'n send a hit now, huh
Don't even gotta touch him, we ain't talkin', no discussion
Bitch, I'm up, I can go'n send a hit now, huh
Feet kicked up, Gucci shoes with the tusks
Got a freak ho with me, know my dick out, yeah, yeah
Capo YNC
YNC Capo, bitch, yeah
Credits
Writer(s): Placido Diego Elson, Levi De Jong, Ync Capo
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