Y.K.W.I.S
Keys on deck
One time for the name of the beat
You know what I say hoe
Whatever I say go
My bitch a J Lo
Yo bitch a low score
Just checked my wardrobe (ooh!)
And it's better than yours (huh?)
My weed is better than yours (loud)
My hoes too bad to get ignored
Fell asleep on you niggas
Yall boring
This polo not Ralph Lauren
You don't rap about shit you be doing
We laugh at the shit you be doing (cap!)
My lawyer just laughed at the case
He know I ain't doing no shooting (haa)
You know how bosses moving
We blowing gas pollution
Air filled with fruity
Lil shawty with the booty
I'm tryna get groovy
And have you leaking fluids
I said let's make a movie
She ask me who gone shoot it
Hey baby you'll do it (yeah)
Yeah baby you'll do it
Baby these niggas ain't the same
Nah we ain't congruent
And I be speaking on the mic
You know this shit be fluent
And I be getting to the money
Yeah I get to it (yeah)
Man I don't talk about the shit
Like Nike I just do it
Man I be all about the check
And I might just get a Vette' (ooh!)
All these niggas show respect
'Cause they know I'm at they neck
And I'm focused on a check
Like an accountant
Man my shit higher than a fucking mountain
When they talk about the pockets man my shit drowning
And when they talk about the weed
It sound like a siren
I said my shit get higher than a fucking choir
I said my shit get higher than a fucking fire
Okay
I be on this shit and I'm like Michael Myers
And I be running through the fire
I'm higher than wires
You know this shit never expire
But we got old bread
I be hanging with old Ben Franks
Yeah them old heads
I be with a lil' red bihh
Pouring Moet
She say she a local artist
And sometimes a poet
And you know we just flowing
We just going
I just put the shit in motion
Man I was hopeless
You know what I say hoe
Whatever I say go
My bitch a J Lo
Yo' bitch a low score (loser!)
Just checked my wardrobe
And it's better than yours
My weed is better than yours
My hoes too bad to get ignored
You know what I say hoe
Whatever I say go
My bitch a J Lo
Yo bitch a low score
Just checked my wardrobe
And it's better than yours
My weed is better than yours
My hoes too bad to get ignored (huh?)
Three
One time for the name of the beat
You know what I say hoe
Whatever I say go
My bitch a J Lo
Yo bitch a low score
Just checked my wardrobe (ooh!)
And it's better than yours (huh?)
My weed is better than yours (loud)
My hoes too bad to get ignored
Fell asleep on you niggas
Yall boring
This polo not Ralph Lauren
You don't rap about shit you be doing
We laugh at the shit you be doing (cap!)
My lawyer just laughed at the case
He know I ain't doing no shooting (haa)
You know how bosses moving
We blowing gas pollution
Air filled with fruity
Lil shawty with the booty
I'm tryna get groovy
And have you leaking fluids
I said let's make a movie
She ask me who gone shoot it
Hey baby you'll do it (yeah)
Yeah baby you'll do it
Baby these niggas ain't the same
Nah we ain't congruent
And I be speaking on the mic
You know this shit be fluent
And I be getting to the money
Yeah I get to it (yeah)
Man I don't talk about the shit
Like Nike I just do it
Man I be all about the check
And I might just get a Vette' (ooh!)
All these niggas show respect
'Cause they know I'm at they neck
And I'm focused on a check
Like an accountant
Man my shit higher than a fucking mountain
When they talk about the pockets man my shit drowning
And when they talk about the weed
It sound like a siren
I said my shit get higher than a fucking choir
I said my shit get higher than a fucking fire
Okay
I be on this shit and I'm like Michael Myers
And I be running through the fire
I'm higher than wires
You know this shit never expire
But we got old bread
I be hanging with old Ben Franks
Yeah them old heads
I be with a lil' red bihh
Pouring Moet
She say she a local artist
And sometimes a poet
And you know we just flowing
We just going
I just put the shit in motion
Man I was hopeless
You know what I say hoe
Whatever I say go
My bitch a J Lo
Yo' bitch a low score (loser!)
Just checked my wardrobe
And it's better than yours
My weed is better than yours
My hoes too bad to get ignored
You know what I say hoe
Whatever I say go
My bitch a J Lo
Yo bitch a low score
Just checked my wardrobe
And it's better than yours
My weed is better than yours
My hoes too bad to get ignored (huh?)
Three
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Writer(s): Paris Ii Ingram
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