Kobe
Ballin' like Kobe got 24 bands
Two whole racks on my pants
Prada bag, it hold my bands
Glock 24 hold 24 rounds
I be investing, I stack it and count
Got yo' bitch in the room, smoke out the pound
She got a fat ass she getting pound
She like a ten, gotta keep her around
Ballin' like Kobe got 24 bands
Two whole racks on my pants
Prada bag, it hold my bands
Glock 24 hold 24 rounds
I be investing, I stack it and count
Got yo' bitch in the room, smoke out the pound
She got a fat ass she getting pound
She like a ten, gotta keep her around
Play with the gang, we pass her around
In the hotel, she need a towel
And I can tell yo' diamonds ain't real
They fake as fuck
Let's go up
We can go up
Let's go, bring them drugs
Ice chain break my lungs
Bitch pussy tight like cut
Big titties double cup
In France like "Oh là là!"
SRT go too fast
Bring yo' best friend
Oxy and Percocet
Vlone shit, fuck a set
Leave yo' mans in past tense
Trap house shit pásale
Yes I be with them packs and 'em
White Forces like president
New bitch all plastic and shit
Big crib on that resident shit
White bitch she on molly, molly, molly
New designer got it, got it, got it
Bands is callin', callin', callin', callin'
Ballin' like Kobe got 24 bands
Two whole racks on my pants
Prada bag, it hold my bands
Glock 24 hold 24 rounds
I be investing, I stack it and count
Got yo' bitch in the room, smoke out the pound
She got a fat ass she getting pound
She like a ten, gotta keep her around
Two whole racks on my pants
Prada bag, it hold my bands
Glock 24 hold 24 rounds
I be investing, I stack it and count
Got yo' bitch in the room, smoke out the pound
She got a fat ass she getting pound
She like a ten, gotta keep her around
Ballin' like Kobe got 24 bands
Two whole racks on my pants
Prada bag, it hold my bands
Glock 24 hold 24 rounds
I be investing, I stack it and count
Got yo' bitch in the room, smoke out the pound
She got a fat ass she getting pound
She like a ten, gotta keep her around
Play with the gang, we pass her around
In the hotel, she need a towel
And I can tell yo' diamonds ain't real
They fake as fuck
Let's go up
We can go up
Let's go, bring them drugs
Ice chain break my lungs
Bitch pussy tight like cut
Big titties double cup
In France like "Oh là là!"
SRT go too fast
Bring yo' best friend
Oxy and Percocet
Vlone shit, fuck a set
Leave yo' mans in past tense
Trap house shit pásale
Yes I be with them packs and 'em
White Forces like president
New bitch all plastic and shit
Big crib on that resident shit
White bitch she on molly, molly, molly
New designer got it, got it, got it
Bands is callin', callin', callin', callin'
Ballin' like Kobe got 24 bands
Two whole racks on my pants
Prada bag, it hold my bands
Glock 24 hold 24 rounds
I be investing, I stack it and count
Got yo' bitch in the room, smoke out the pound
She got a fat ass she getting pound
She like a ten, gotta keep her around
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Writer(s): Flavio Juarez
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