Kerry Kittles

I ain't gone tell you again
Keep a eye on yo friends
Thought we was better, but you had other plans
It's over money, would've thought you my man's
Just glad I lost you before I start to see bands

Man these niggas ain't solid
I see the snakes that's in front of me
I spent too much time with dead weight, know it stunted me
You addressing the rumors instead of truths, you confronted me
Niggas pillow talking to bitches that's shit that be troubling

I'm hungry for success, to tell the truth my stomach rumbling
I know what I deserve and frankly yeah I'm tired of struggling
I'm running routes, I'm catching me a bag and I ain't fumbling

I'm Emmitt Smith with this bag you feel me?

I see the snakes in the grass, you too impressed by these bitches
Type of nigga, that go broke, cause he focused on image
I know we different, cause my mind, only on focused on riches
I gotta put food on the table
Gotta get to that spinach
You always want a piece of something, started calling you Illitch
I'm moving forward
Gotta get to this chicken, I'm acting different
Told my bitches, I ain't picking up calls, I'm out of business
Now I'm Santa, gotta sift through this bag, but it ain't Christmas
All these hoes
Got me feeling like Santa, but it ain't Christmas
All these hoes
Got me feeling like Santa, I'm on they wish list
Tried to tell em that Coach E was gifted, but they ain't listen
Now I call the plays, and bitches be whistling I'm Andy Griffith
But I swivel
Had to clip her, I'm Kerry Kittles
All these hoes
Got me feeling like Santa, cause I got triple
They break down all these bars and it sale, I'm flowing sickle
Now I'm swimming through all this deep water like I got flippers
Now my bag, this shit overflowing, can't use the zipper
Now I'm grinding, and Coach E be shining, I used to flicker



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Writer(s): Matthew Ragland
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