Indeed
Ay
LV
Gang gang gang gang gang gang gang
Trappin' out an Altima, low key but I'm popular
I just met a bad lil bitch, I fucked her, now I'm blocking her
Told my plug, you better pick up when i'm kallin' ya
Kus Imma need a lotta work and have alotta gwap for ya
Yak sippin' and my nigga bouta roll some chronic up
And I don't need to hear your 2 cents, get ya dollaz up
Niggas kranky, kus just like acne, I keep on popping up
And I ain't klassy, sip out the bottle if I ain't got a kup
Swervin' down the avenue, I just made a stack or 2
These broke niggas don't have a klue the krazy things this kash'll do
If shorty ain't making bread then we are not kompatible
I just let her give me head and she acting irrational
Kalm and kasual but on beats I'm an animal
Don't think that I'm unjackable but I'll die for my valuables
I sold a thousand os, swear I got a thousand flows
And fuck a rat, in a kasket is where the koward goes
Imma finesser, finesser
Fucked her, told her imma text her, I test her
Keep the strap right on my dresser, my dresser
All year, we applying pressure, that pressure
Imma finesser, finesser
Fucked her, told her imma text her, I text her
Keep the strap right on my dresser, my dresser
All year, we applying pressure, that pressure
I just bagged the thickest bitch from liking all her insta pics
Wear a rubber when I fuck her, heard her sis got syphilis
A burner and a kilo were the two things on my Khristmas list
Santa kouldn't help me so I knew I kouldn't miss a flip
No more koppin' quarter pounds, the plug gone bring them boxes in
I ain't kocky kus I'm ballin', I'm kocky kus I'm konfident
Told hoes don't address me bout other bitches my kocks been in
Shorty said she love me, I told her thanks for the kompliment
If a nigga hattin', I'm either shankin' or stompin' him
These niggas broke so I don't see the point in robbin' him
I took a lot of Ls, this time around I gotta win
He think he one up on me so he gone suffer the konsequence
Lou boutons and Montclair's, I don't shop at Jack and Jones
Don't get high on my own supply kus I follow the trappers codes
I sold a thousand os, swear I fucked a thousand hoes
And if I don't kill the opp, I leave him leaking wit shattered bones
Imma finesser, finesser
Fucked her, told her imma text her, I test her
Keep the strap right on my dresser, my dresser
All year, we applying pressure, that pressure
Imma finesser, finesser
Fucked her, told her imma text her, I text her
Keep the strap right on my dresser, my dresser
All year, we applying pressure, that pressure
LV
Gang gang gang gang gang gang gang
Trappin' out an Altima, low key but I'm popular
I just met a bad lil bitch, I fucked her, now I'm blocking her
Told my plug, you better pick up when i'm kallin' ya
Kus Imma need a lotta work and have alotta gwap for ya
Yak sippin' and my nigga bouta roll some chronic up
And I don't need to hear your 2 cents, get ya dollaz up
Niggas kranky, kus just like acne, I keep on popping up
And I ain't klassy, sip out the bottle if I ain't got a kup
Swervin' down the avenue, I just made a stack or 2
These broke niggas don't have a klue the krazy things this kash'll do
If shorty ain't making bread then we are not kompatible
I just let her give me head and she acting irrational
Kalm and kasual but on beats I'm an animal
Don't think that I'm unjackable but I'll die for my valuables
I sold a thousand os, swear I got a thousand flows
And fuck a rat, in a kasket is where the koward goes
Imma finesser, finesser
Fucked her, told her imma text her, I test her
Keep the strap right on my dresser, my dresser
All year, we applying pressure, that pressure
Imma finesser, finesser
Fucked her, told her imma text her, I text her
Keep the strap right on my dresser, my dresser
All year, we applying pressure, that pressure
I just bagged the thickest bitch from liking all her insta pics
Wear a rubber when I fuck her, heard her sis got syphilis
A burner and a kilo were the two things on my Khristmas list
Santa kouldn't help me so I knew I kouldn't miss a flip
No more koppin' quarter pounds, the plug gone bring them boxes in
I ain't kocky kus I'm ballin', I'm kocky kus I'm konfident
Told hoes don't address me bout other bitches my kocks been in
Shorty said she love me, I told her thanks for the kompliment
If a nigga hattin', I'm either shankin' or stompin' him
These niggas broke so I don't see the point in robbin' him
I took a lot of Ls, this time around I gotta win
He think he one up on me so he gone suffer the konsequence
Lou boutons and Montclair's, I don't shop at Jack and Jones
Don't get high on my own supply kus I follow the trappers codes
I sold a thousand os, swear I fucked a thousand hoes
And if I don't kill the opp, I leave him leaking wit shattered bones
Imma finesser, finesser
Fucked her, told her imma text her, I test her
Keep the strap right on my dresser, my dresser
All year, we applying pressure, that pressure
Imma finesser, finesser
Fucked her, told her imma text her, I text her
Keep the strap right on my dresser, my dresser
All year, we applying pressure, that pressure
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Writer(s): Kobie Turner
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