K. (feat. Saady Boy & Daywop)

Niggas flipping like light switches
'Cause the judge promised a life sentence
Can't have niggas in my business
Don't like snitches, don't like prisons
Don't worry 'bout how I'm livin'
She throw it back when I'm giving
My bank account on nine digits
We stack bread like (Legos)
This syrup like Eggo's, leave niggas with halos
If they fuck with my bankroll, don't fuck with what ain't yours
Call of Duty
Really made that murder fun 'til your locked down
Sitting on a Murder I
Who that is boy? We never heard of 'em
Where I'm from, you pull the chopper boy
You better murder some
Yeah
Drive thru, we serve a nigga like McDonald's
Making money in my sleep
I do it with my eyes closed

Fuck all ya feelings, I'm making a milly
You know that I get it, I'm willing to die
I need the digits, I run up her digits, you know that I kill it, you living a lie
I grab the yoppa, she calling me poppa
I'm feeling like Biggie with wings in the sky
I'm with a day one, you never can say none
Faded away like I play for the Chi

Fuck all ya feelings, I'm making a milly
You know that I get it, I'm willing to die
I need the digits, I run up her digits, you know that I kill it, you living a lie
I grab the yoppa, she calling me poppa
I'm feeling like Biggie with wings in the sky
I'm with a day one, you never can say none
Faded away like I play for the Chi
She never could lay up inside
She never could make up her mind

Been a minute since I been in it
I ain't really into internet
But your main girl, she in my comment section and she commenting that I'm killing it
Trash the pussy like I rented it
Deep strokes, back stroke, breast stroke, thick legs
Split those, hold nose, dive in and swim in it
Leave the crib just to chase the bag
On the yacht like a sailor man
Gucci trunks with a Louis bag
Gun on the hip bitch don't make it blast
Copped an ounce it'll hardly last
Y'all acting funny, Chris Farley laugh
Y'all looking dumb like a special class
I sip my lean out a special glass

Fuck all ya feelings, I'm making a milly
You know that I get it, I'm willing to die
I need the digits, I run up her digits, you know that I kill it, you living a lie
I grab the yoppa, she calling me poppa, I'm feeling like Biggie with wings in the sky
I'm with a day one, you never can say none
Faded away like I play for the Chi

Fuck all ya feelings, I'm making a milly
You know that I get it, I'm willing to die
I need the digits, I run up her digits, you know that I kill it, you living a lie
I grab the yoppa, she calling me poppa
I'm feeling like Biggie with wings in the sky
I'm with a day one, you never can say none
Faded away like I play for the Chi
She never could lay up inside
She never could make up her mind



Credits
Writer(s): Saad Jerri
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