Kana
Feel like Jet Li when I kick shit, uh
Speaker Knockerz when I mix it up
Leave a nigga in the ditch, uh
She told me, "Give me your heart, let me fix it," uh
I told her, "Never, baby, I can't love..."
We missed you, Faygo
Oh my God, it's Toonz
Something ain't real (Okay), no, I can't chill (Yeah)
They say they want the old me back, you know what's the deal
'Cause we got real ties with them shooters on the south side
Yeah, them slugs hot, your boyfriend can't take my spot
Can't get love if she a thot, play around, we spin the block (Blick)
Play around, we on your ass, you lovin' that ho knowin' that won't last
Gettin' money, I need it, ayy, give me that kitty, baby, I'm gon' beat it up (Blick)
Yeah, my tooly tucked, fuck that shit, baby, I can't trust
I be geeking off them drugs, why did I show you love? (Woah)
Why did I show you me? You took an F&N and you made me bleed
We don't even feel these niggas
We just know how to kill these niggas
These niggas hate me in my city, yeah
OG say I can't even chill with these niggas
Play around, I'ma up that blicky, yeah
Gunshot, gotta bang, gotta still these niggas
And that gas, I'm smoking on sticky, yeah
And my new bitch, she picky, yeah
Bitch got me feeling iffy
I ain't wanna have to do a nigga like Ricky, yeah (Yeah)
And the Wock, still had it in me, yeah
And I ain't never going nowhere
Lil Faygo run infinity, yeah
You know I get this bag and show me up
Go ahead, pop your shit
What make him think he topping shit
When 12 can't even stop this shit
Whole lotta money, whole lotta blicks (Woah, woah)
Feel like Jet Li when I kick shit, uh
Speaker Knockerz when I mix it up
Leave a nigga in the ditch, uh (Yeah)
She told me, "Give me your heart, let me fix it," uh
I told her, "Never, baby, I can't love"
She said to give me your trust (Yeah)
Baby got me going nuts
And this ain't love, this is lust
(Nah, nah, nah, nah)
Something ain't real (Okay), no, I can't chill (Yeah)
They say they want the old me back, you know what's the deal
'Cause we got real ties with them shooters on the south side
Yeah, them slugs hot, your boyfriend can't take my spot
Can't get love if she a thot, play around, we spin the block
Speaker Knockerz when I mix it up
Leave a nigga in the ditch, uh
She told me, "Give me your heart, let me fix it," uh
I told her, "Never, baby, I can't love..."
We missed you, Faygo
Oh my God, it's Toonz
Something ain't real (Okay), no, I can't chill (Yeah)
They say they want the old me back, you know what's the deal
'Cause we got real ties with them shooters on the south side
Yeah, them slugs hot, your boyfriend can't take my spot
Can't get love if she a thot, play around, we spin the block (Blick)
Play around, we on your ass, you lovin' that ho knowin' that won't last
Gettin' money, I need it, ayy, give me that kitty, baby, I'm gon' beat it up (Blick)
Yeah, my tooly tucked, fuck that shit, baby, I can't trust
I be geeking off them drugs, why did I show you love? (Woah)
Why did I show you me? You took an F&N and you made me bleed
We don't even feel these niggas
We just know how to kill these niggas
These niggas hate me in my city, yeah
OG say I can't even chill with these niggas
Play around, I'ma up that blicky, yeah
Gunshot, gotta bang, gotta still these niggas
And that gas, I'm smoking on sticky, yeah
And my new bitch, she picky, yeah
Bitch got me feeling iffy
I ain't wanna have to do a nigga like Ricky, yeah (Yeah)
And the Wock, still had it in me, yeah
And I ain't never going nowhere
Lil Faygo run infinity, yeah
You know I get this bag and show me up
Go ahead, pop your shit
What make him think he topping shit
When 12 can't even stop this shit
Whole lotta money, whole lotta blicks (Woah, woah)
Feel like Jet Li when I kick shit, uh
Speaker Knockerz when I mix it up
Leave a nigga in the ditch, uh (Yeah)
She told me, "Give me your heart, let me fix it," uh
I told her, "Never, baby, I can't love"
She said to give me your trust (Yeah)
Baby got me going nuts
And this ain't love, this is lust
(Nah, nah, nah, nah)
Something ain't real (Okay), no, I can't chill (Yeah)
They say they want the old me back, you know what's the deal
'Cause we got real ties with them shooters on the south side
Yeah, them slugs hot, your boyfriend can't take my spot
Can't get love if she a thot, play around, we spin the block
Credits
Writer(s): Andre Burt, Goncalo Bras
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