Kenny
Aye, Trey Cash
Aye, bitch
Yeah
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye
Quick to kill me a nigga like Kenny
I keep pouring mud, my cup getting empty
I'm riding round with a blicky
I just was a cub, now I'm man of my city
I brought the gas in a hotel
It came with the hoes and they coming by many
Ain't tryna choose man I'm feeling real picky
Ain't tryna fuck unless I came with a jimmy
Know how to rob, I'm feeling like 50
Can't buy a Glock unless it came with a 50
You asked for a g, ooo I'm offended
My time is worth money so we can't do business
Wanna take something, why? I got plenty
Got a stick on me, you can't get any
And I'm stuffed in the back when it's near me
I'm smoking exotic you can't tell what's in it
I go grab that Gucci and mix it with Fendi
I keep it a 100 you keep it a 50
I hit it from the back now she proud just like Penny
But she ain't Penny Proud but bad and she pretty
Seal up the P, it's tight and it's pretty
Hit me a play and I'm moving real shifty
Can't hop on yo song cuz that nigga too shitty
Roll up a blunt get some head for ten minutes
I need a plate just like give me that
We was young niggas we used to be cracked
Stealing from hoes right after the neck
We was young niggas tryna run up a check
We shooting dice, placing our bets
Do the same thing to your head that's a bet
I'm going way too hard for my set
I cash out hundred racks on my set
Know that I'm cursed, but I feel blessed
Came with these racks got these niggas upset
Lie to these hoes, can't lie bout a check
These niggas cap, like Mitchell and Ness
Straight out the casket the way that I dress
Came with the Glock, he got popped out his dress
Run up on me then I put him to rest
That's a fact
Quick to kill me a nigga like Kenny
I keep pouring mud, my cup getting empty
I'm riding round with a blicky
I just was a cub, now I'm man of my city
I brought the gas in a hotel
It came with the hoes and they coming by many
Ain't tryna choose man I'm feeling real picky
Ain't tryna fuck unless I came with a jimmy
Know how to rob, I'm feeling like 50
Can't buy a Glock unless it came with a 50
You asked for a g, owe I'm offended
My time is worth money so we can't do business
Wanna take something, why? I got plenty
Got a stick on me, you can't get any
And I'm stuffed in the back when it's near me
I'm smoking exotic you can't tell what's in it
Aye, bitch
Yeah
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye
Quick to kill me a nigga like Kenny
I keep pouring mud, my cup getting empty
I'm riding round with a blicky
I just was a cub, now I'm man of my city
I brought the gas in a hotel
It came with the hoes and they coming by many
Ain't tryna choose man I'm feeling real picky
Ain't tryna fuck unless I came with a jimmy
Know how to rob, I'm feeling like 50
Can't buy a Glock unless it came with a 50
You asked for a g, ooo I'm offended
My time is worth money so we can't do business
Wanna take something, why? I got plenty
Got a stick on me, you can't get any
And I'm stuffed in the back when it's near me
I'm smoking exotic you can't tell what's in it
I go grab that Gucci and mix it with Fendi
I keep it a 100 you keep it a 50
I hit it from the back now she proud just like Penny
But she ain't Penny Proud but bad and she pretty
Seal up the P, it's tight and it's pretty
Hit me a play and I'm moving real shifty
Can't hop on yo song cuz that nigga too shitty
Roll up a blunt get some head for ten minutes
I need a plate just like give me that
We was young niggas we used to be cracked
Stealing from hoes right after the neck
We was young niggas tryna run up a check
We shooting dice, placing our bets
Do the same thing to your head that's a bet
I'm going way too hard for my set
I cash out hundred racks on my set
Know that I'm cursed, but I feel blessed
Came with these racks got these niggas upset
Lie to these hoes, can't lie bout a check
These niggas cap, like Mitchell and Ness
Straight out the casket the way that I dress
Came with the Glock, he got popped out his dress
Run up on me then I put him to rest
That's a fact
Quick to kill me a nigga like Kenny
I keep pouring mud, my cup getting empty
I'm riding round with a blicky
I just was a cub, now I'm man of my city
I brought the gas in a hotel
It came with the hoes and they coming by many
Ain't tryna choose man I'm feeling real picky
Ain't tryna fuck unless I came with a jimmy
Know how to rob, I'm feeling like 50
Can't buy a Glock unless it came with a 50
You asked for a g, owe I'm offended
My time is worth money so we can't do business
Wanna take something, why? I got plenty
Got a stick on me, you can't get any
And I'm stuffed in the back when it's near me
I'm smoking exotic you can't tell what's in it
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Writer(s): Trevone Williams
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