Don't It?
Drig-drag this smell like some gas don't it?
Baby bad as hell wit a fat ass on it
Hit the bitch in the telly left the Jag runnin'
Off the pack moon walking like Mike...
Yeah. Black Kenn walk-in looking like a bag don't it?
Smoking drig-drag this smell like some gas don't it?
Baby bad as hell wit a fat ass on it
Hit the bitch in the telly left the Jag runnin'
Off the pack moon walking like Mike Jackson
Bad bitch on my rug just like Aladdin
Kenn in this bitch I am not your average
I be digital trappin' for the love of cabbage
Hit the wishing well when I took the L niggas cracked under pressure just like a shell
They heard about me big fish in the sea
Real nigga in the mirror when I'm looking at me
A nigga ball so hard I need a championship
Hit the bitch for free not for a bag nor a zip
I ain't even have no ice on my wrist
Yeah you lucky as hell you fuckin' with a draft pick
I den ran it up and got it all back in my Ye's...
Can't remember the last time a nigga went and bought some jays... damn
That young fella right there got swag don't it?
Just enough to make these motherfuckers mad don't it?
Still smoking midget need to drop the bag on it
Black Kenn be talkin' shit it make em mad don't it?
Left the cold weather all for the sunshine
Had to change the time to keep up the grind
Spend it how I want to cuz it's all mine
Through the rain and the clouds sun still shine
I been living my life tryna let go
From the MO. all the way up to Frisco
Spent too many hours on this damn road
But I love the shit and I don't wanna let it go
Walking on the beat like a nigga walking on water
Black Kenn been ballin' you know I'm a starter
I den been out the country at the Great Wall
I den been out to Norway under waterfalls
Don't call me a rapper I'm a modern day poet
They be tryna figure out if it was gas or I wrote it damn.
They still tryna figure out if it was gas or I.
Man I'm still same nigga when I press record
Fumble the bag over a bitch I cannot afford
Black Kenn show you how to swag homie
Make you wish Black Kenn was yo dad don't it?
That young fella right there got swag don't it?
Just enough to make these motherfuckers mad don't?
Black Kenn walk in looking like a bag don't it?
Smoking drig-drag this smell like some gas don't it
Baby bad as hell wit a fat ass on it
Hit the bitch in the telly left the Jag runnin'
Off the pack moon walking like Mike...
Yeah. Black Kenn walk-in looking like a bag don't it?
Smoking drig-drag this smell like some gas don't it?
Baby bad as hell wit a fat ass on it
Hit the bitch in the telly left the Jag runnin'
Off the pack moon walking like Mike Jackson
Bad bitch on my rug just like Aladdin
Kenn in this bitch I am not your average
I be digital trappin' for the love of cabbage
Hit the wishing well when I took the L niggas cracked under pressure just like a shell
They heard about me big fish in the sea
Real nigga in the mirror when I'm looking at me
A nigga ball so hard I need a championship
Hit the bitch for free not for a bag nor a zip
I ain't even have no ice on my wrist
Yeah you lucky as hell you fuckin' with a draft pick
I den ran it up and got it all back in my Ye's...
Can't remember the last time a nigga went and bought some jays... damn
That young fella right there got swag don't it?
Just enough to make these motherfuckers mad don't it?
Still smoking midget need to drop the bag on it
Black Kenn be talkin' shit it make em mad don't it?
Left the cold weather all for the sunshine
Had to change the time to keep up the grind
Spend it how I want to cuz it's all mine
Through the rain and the clouds sun still shine
I been living my life tryna let go
From the MO. all the way up to Frisco
Spent too many hours on this damn road
But I love the shit and I don't wanna let it go
Walking on the beat like a nigga walking on water
Black Kenn been ballin' you know I'm a starter
I den been out the country at the Great Wall
I den been out to Norway under waterfalls
Don't call me a rapper I'm a modern day poet
They be tryna figure out if it was gas or I wrote it damn.
They still tryna figure out if it was gas or I.
Man I'm still same nigga when I press record
Fumble the bag over a bitch I cannot afford
Black Kenn show you how to swag homie
Make you wish Black Kenn was yo dad don't it?
That young fella right there got swag don't it?
Just enough to make these motherfuckers mad don't?
Black Kenn walk in looking like a bag don't it?
Smoking drig-drag this smell like some gas don't it
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Writer(s): Joshua Ross
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