Kovaaks
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, huh, yeah, huh
I got some bitches playin' with my time, though
I got some niggas that be plottin' on my side hoes
I got some paper but I get that all the time, yo
I got some niggas tryna copy all my bars and flow
I gotta keep it pretty simple for you simple niggas
Bet he a lick, I got my iffy bitches lickin' niggas
She let you fuck, she pulled up, bet it's gettin' litty, nigga
You wear your fits, she tell me that you always sippin', nigga
You gotta dick 'em down and get the money, boy
Tell 'em, that you, that you gotta grind and get away, hey
Never lookin' like a dummy boy
Bet ya, bet ya, bet ya fuck around and lose your brain, bang
Came in the game, ayy, horns with the fangs, ayy
Highly insane but I'm boutta make 'em pay
If you fuckin' with my name, then I gotta end ya day
Ain't no feds gon' come lookin', but you know we won't stay
Pew, pew, gone in the late night, outta sight
Fuck her in the dark, I got her cummin', right
Back to her nigga, she don't wanna leave
Comin' for yo' top like a fuckin' weave
Fresher than a Sunday on Easter, ayy
Como se disse, hasta la vista
Got a bitch in Russia, need a Visa
I got a bitch in Czech, she tell me she a teacher, yeah
Go cray, know that, aim high, KovaaK's
Don't play, go back, we gon' make 'em go insane
Go cray, know that, aim high, KovaaK's
Don't play, go back, we gon' make 'em go insane
I got some bitches playin' with my time, though
I got some niggas that be plottin' on my side hoes
I got some paper but I get that all the time, yo
I got some niggas tryna copy all my bars and flow
I gotta keep it pretty simple for you simple niggas
Bet he a lick, I got my iffy bitches lickin' niggas
She let you fuck, she pulled up, bet it's gettin' litty, nigga
You wear your fits, she tell me that you always sippin', nigga
You gotta dick 'em down and get the money, boy
Tell 'em, that you, that you gotta grind and get away, hey
Never lookin' like a dummy boy
Bet ya, bet ya, bet ya fuck around and lose your brain, bang
Came in the game, ayy, horns with the fangs, ayy
Highly insane but I'm boutta make 'em pay
If you fuckin' with my name, then I gotta end ya day
Ain't no feds gon' come lookin', but you know we won't stay
Pew, pew, gone in the late night, outta sight
Fuck her in the dark, I got her cummin', right
Back to her nigga, she don't wanna leave
Comin' for yo' top like a fuckin' weave
Fresher than a Sunday on Easter, ayy
Como se disse, hasta la vista
Got a bitch in Russia, need a Visa
I got a bitch in Czech, she tell me she a teacher, yeah
Go cray, know that, aim high, KovaaK's
Don't play, go back, we gon' make 'em go insane
Go cray, know that, aim high, KovaaK's
Don't play, go back, we gon' make 'em go insane
Credits
Writer(s): Jan Kopp, James Mcclary
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