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WHOAAA
Lil KB 111!
Swear to god on my soul like I don't even know what the fuck these niggas on man
Like on my soul this shit crazy as fuck...
Yeah!
Lil KB 111
Whoa Whoa, Whoa!

Feeling like a boss
Chilling in a loft
Might pop off, ahh
Keeping a blick!
Finna go and get a switch
And I'm with your bitch! Ahh
I know money don't go on trees, but I'm tryna get these racks
And I'm toting a red beam, yeah I'm toting a strap
And she want the best for me, I'm that nigga I'm him
I don't be playing when I'm shooting in the gym
Hol up, riding 'round and I got a large amount hmm
Bank account got them looking suspicious yeaa
I'ma kill this beat and leave no witness yeaaa
I be running shit like this shit fitness hol up...

They don't know!
Wait until I pull up in a ghost!
I might fuck that bitch and then go ghost
All these accomplishments I might just have a toast
All these niggas wanna be me I'm like what they on
I'm like whoaa they some clones
Nigga I'm doing the dash and I'm doing what I want
I'm like noo, I'm like whoaa

Feeling like a boss
Chilling in a loft
Might pop off, ahh
Keeping a blick!
Finna go and get a switch
And I'm with your bitch! Ahh
I know money don't go on trees, but I'm tryna get these racks
And I'm toting a red beam, yeah I'm toting a strap
And she want the best for me, I'm that nigga I'm him
I don't be playing when I'm shooting in the gym
Hol up, riding 'round and I got a large amount hmm
Bank account got them looking suspicious yea
I'ma kill this beat and leave no witness yea
I be running shit like this shit fitness hol up...
They don't know!
Wait until I pull up in a ghost!
I might fuck that bitch and then go ghost
All these accomplishments I might just have a toast



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Writer(s): Kraig Bramwell
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