Klondike Baby

I got exotic packs - talkin bout them skittles
Now tell me why the hell you split the back wood down the middle
We got big nugs ain't rollin' up no fuckin littles
Luh Lando pop out with that switch and buss it at yo temple
We need our money paid in full, luh bitch that's fundamental
I'm a real stepper, cant never catch me coming simple
We some Klondike babies who let them dogs outta that kennel
Bro you tryna eat off my plate? I fuck around and leave you crippled

Yeah, luh bitch you sweet as hell
You got that cake on you, I'm fiending I'm gon' ring the bell
I'm only tryna do one thing, I'm tryna feed the Ville
I don't drop no duds, luh bitch I keep it ill
I'm swimmin' in that mud, luh bitch I need my fill
You know I keep them drugs- weed, coke and pills
Percocet withdrawals, shit I'm out here getting chills
Daydreaming bout coolin' in that mansion, way up in the hills
Lil shorty 5'4" but she 5'9" in them big Balenci' heels
Baby girl she flexing on these musty bitches, she left them in they feels
I just got scammed shoppin' new methods, bro this cant be real
That clown plugging buss scripts for the 850, hollabout "yo this a steal"
That ain't no deal like shut ya god damn mouth
And they know not to play bout me cuz I came from the south
These other punks they cant rap cuz they don't got that bounce
That motherfucker ain't slick, slap that Newport right outta his mouth

I got exotic packs - talkin bout them skittles
Now tell me why the hell you split the back wood down the middle
We got big nugs ain't rollin' up no fuckin littles
Luh Lando pop out with that switch and buss it at yo temple
We need our money paid in full, lil bitch that's fundamental
I'm a real stepper, cant never catch me coming simple
We some Klondike babies - who let them dogs outta that kennel
Bro you tryna eat off my plate? I fuck around and leave you crippled



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Writer(s): Roman Harbolt
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