Koston

Don't impress me
Guess that's text-texting me, blowing up on my iPhone
Niggas talkin' down, these niggas don't know what I know

Ay, hey
Woah woah

Ni-niggas talking down 'cause they ride wit' a clique
We gon' pull up TTG 'cause they rock wit' a stick
Feel like Underground 2 'cause it came wit' a flick
Feel like Underground 2 'cause it came wit' a kick

Kick it like we Koston, keep a clover like Boston
Who gon' pay the price when niggas they fuckin' costin'
Fro-frostin', I got my neck on froze and now they watch it
I did hit a redlight, nigga it get exhausting

Rockstar, wit' some rock bands imma rock shit
Rockin' out like Goku, we rock out like Team Rocket
We gon' run it up, nigga turnt' into moshpit
Real love, wit' the real money and the prophet

Yah, fuck the-fuck the fake love
Another broken heart, feel like I can't get enough
These niggas talkin' down, when we aimin' from above
These niggas switchin' sides now I don't no who to trust, woah, yah

Cut the real from the fake
Cut the grass for the snakes
Keep a mask wit' the Bape
Yah my niggas rockin' Bape
Off-off the gas wit' no brakes
Nigga I can't save a hoe, 'cause I got no fuckin' cape, no

Hey, woah, woah, woah
Run it back woah, run-run it back woah

She say that's my bestie, nigga oh don't you press me
That's your new nigga, these niggas they don't impress me
Guess thas' why she text me, blowin' up on my iPhone
Niggas talkin' down, these niggas don't know what I know

We gon' run it back, man this shit don't ever stop
Pull up to your spot, do the dash and milly rock
I be on the grind, nigga call me Tony Hawk
See I don't give a fuck, 'cause I'm flyer than my opps, woah



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Writer(s): Gary Ross
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