Kettle

I ain't come from shit, I went from pebble to bezel
No choice but go harder than kettle
If a nigga trip, pull up with that metal
Like he done won something
You ain't fuck with me then, you must want something
Mississippi mud, I come from it
Off of them drugs, I'm done running
I put in work 'til I'm done pumping (Aye, aye)
I got the sauce like alfredo (Hey)
Pardon me, that's just my ego (Aye)
I fucked yo bitch on the d-lo (Aye)
I keep it 1k, that's a kilo

Nine on me like Tony
The gang got the gas, put they mind on ease
Niggas watching but I ain't got the time on me
Swear they need a pair of shades with they eyes on me
I was sellin' dope, had the cops on me
I was in and out the city playing hide and go seek
Pedal to the metal on I-10 East
I keep a fork 'cause I'm gone eat
I'm rollin' fast off a bean, I got a pack in my jeans
It's too many cops at the Vie, so I'm at the Flatts with my team
I cheated on my bitch for some good pussy
She gone throw it back 'cause I'm good lookin'
This a barbecue, I got meat cookin'
I don't need a deal, I'ma keep pushin'
Now watch who say I ain't did shit
Then look at them and see we different
'Cause I be focused on decisions
And they be focused on bitchin'
Bitch you got me twisted like pretzel
Jay say the blunt lookin' preggo
Talmbout feelings, we don't catch those
We catching flights like our legs broke

I ain't come from shit, I went from pebble to bezel
No choice but go harder than kettle
If a nigga trip, pull up with that metal
Like he done won something
You ain't fuck with me then, you must want something
Mississippi mud, I come from it
Off of them drugs, I'm done running
I put in work 'til I'm done pumping (Aye, aye)
I got the sauce like alfredo (Hey)
Pardon me, that's just my ego (Aye)
I fucked yo bitch on the d-lo (Aye)
I keep it 1k, that's a kilo

Cheese on me, macaroni (Bitch)
Yea I could see the fake from my POV
Got the game on lock and the keys on me
Say they better than the boy well we gone see (Aight)
I was on the dope, had the P's on me
Came home high as hell, mama preached on me
I'm off the gas, I don't need no leaf
I'm on they ass if they creep on me
It might be a rat on my team, so I keep a gat in my jeans (Pow)
It's nothin' but facts when I speak
The shit might be black if I bleed
I fucked on the bitch, she a hoe
She gone throw it back like it's old (Like it's old)
I'ma run it up with my bros, I'ma run it up with my folk (With my folk)
Smith 'n' Wesson down ya throat if you try to bust down my door
(If you try to bust down my door)
Fuck around and get ghost, fuck around and get ghost (Fuck around and get ghost)
(I ain't come from shit, I went from)

I ain't come from shit, I went from pebble to bezel
No choice but go harder than kettle
If a nigga trip, pull up with that metal
Like he done won something
You ain't fuck with me then, you must want something
Mississippi mud, I come from it
Off of them drugs, I'm done running
I put in work 'til I'm done pumping (Aye, aye)
I got the sauce like alfredo (Hey)
Pardon me, that's just my ego (Aye)
I fucked yo bitch on the d-lo (Aye)
I keep it 1k, that's a kilo



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Writer(s): Renzell Johnson
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