Hakuna Matata

I got no love for these hoes
No love for these hoes
Boy I got no love for these hoes
I got no love for these hoes
I got no love for these hoes
Ran up a check it was me and my brother
We did it together I got him forever
Keep a Beretta cause I'm having cheddar
If she 10 or better I F like the letter
I'm getting paid off of all my endeavors
They mad and they jealous they ain't on my level
Foot on the pedal had brunch with the devil
I rock heavy metal I'm hot like the kettle
Whoa
Way too blessed to ever think bout selling my soul
Riding with the pole residue in the bowl
We was cooking that yola
187 on 441 better keep your gun
Better keep your gun yeah

Aye aye
Flew to Bahamas in Louis pajamas was eating frittatas
Hakuna Matata
Hopped out the whip it's a button to start her
I could go in sport but I don't even bother
If they want problems then we can kill all them
I cook all the beef like it's carne asada
Call me don dada I call up my shattas
They came for to slaughter I came for your daughter
She said she want get acquainted Picasso her face how I paint it
Hit is block then stain it yeah
He died cuz he hesitated
The knife on the end of my stick it's serrated
I don't put on off white no more that shit dated
Yeah Dorian broke my heart back when we dated
So I got no love for these hoes
Yeah I show no love for these hoes

Ran up a check it was me and my brother
We did it together I got him forever
Keep a Beretta cause I'm having cheddar
If she 10 or better I F like the letter
I'm getting paid off of all my endeavors
They mad and they jealous they ain't on my level
Foot on the pedal had brunch with the devil
I rock heavy metal I'm hot like the kettle
Whoa
Way too blessed to ever think bout selling my soul
Riding with the pole residue in the bowl
We was cooking that Yola
187 on 441 better keep your gun
Better keep your gun yeah

Iced out my caller draft pick I'm a baller
Just hit her and told her I'd call her
She know that's a lie
Only thing that I supply her is dick
Don't hit my phone up you crying and shit
Crazy you think that I'm buying you shit
If you ain't sucking dick then bitch why are you here
Just bought a stick that bitch came with a cooler kit
Glock got a switch boy don't die bout a bitch

Ran up a check it was me and my brother
We did it together I got him forever
Keep a Beretta cause I'm having cheddar
If she 10 or better I F like the letter
I'm getting paid off of all my endeavors
They mad and they jealous they ain't on my level
Foot on the pedal had brunch with the devil
I rock heavy metal I'm hot like the kettle
Whoa
Way too blessed to ever think bout selling my soul
Riding with the pole residue in the bowl
We was cooking that Yola
187 on 441 better keep your gun
Better keep your gun yeah
Aye



Credits
Writer(s): Iyah Weir-soley
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