True Religion
I just want to take a moment to thank all my hoes
All my bros, and they hoes
Thank the lean, thank the bad bitches, real niggas
I thank God for it all
I swear my front pocket look like a bible bitch its crippin'
I don't believe in love or hate please tell me what's the difference
I've never been a saint but I used to rock True Religion
Money on my mind but she give brain so bruh I'm tempted
I got hoes tryna suck me out my clothes
Got me paranoid, where the fuck my pole
When I find it Imma put it to your skull
Take a fuck nigga right off his throne
I'm on the road
Fuck a bad bitch go do a show
My wrist a Patek know I'm a goat
They calling me vert cause they know imma blow
Smoking on pressure it fuck up my throat
I'm with So Santana we getting them loads (On god)
Off-White bitch it's matching my flow
All night bet the trap is gon roll
If you ain't got it keep it true like clothes
We might go to jail for selling this crack
Nazzii on the beat Meezy spin it back
Lot of dirty money need ten laundromats
I don't really fuck with y'all these rap niggas cap
Imma stay true to myself that's a fact
Sell that boy white but he wanted some black
Not fucking with rappers these niggas be cap
Fuck on a ship need a bitch in my lap
Made another play hope the feds don't tap
Screamin free blow that shit no cap
If you need a pack we gon put it in wrap
Stay true to this shit this shit deeper than rap
When I get a beat they know Kashvert gon snap
When I'm in the streets they know Kashvert got now
Beat up the pussy she throwing the towel
Don't do the rap cap fuck up my sound
I swear my front pocket look like a bible bitch its crippin'
I don't believe in love or hate please tell me what's the difference
I've never been a saint but I used to rock True Religion
Money on my mind but she give brain so bruh I'm tempted
I got hoes tryna suck me out my clothes
Got me paranoid, where the fuck my pole
When I find it Imma put it to your skull
Take a fuck nigga right off his throne
Look, I came a long way (Long way)
If a nigga try crashing that bitch went the wrong way
I keep it true religion like the song say
Stay down in the trap then I tell her its a long day
I keep that Peewee with me like I'm long way
I keep a blicky with me for the wrong day
Niggas ain't sticking with me that's a long way
Extended the clip on the blick that's a long drake
Give em' a long face
In a demon with road rage
She drunk off of rosa
She like bitches she's so gay
My front pocket holy
They like no way
Pour it up
Pour it up
Pour it up
Pour it up
Pour it up
Pour it up (Sheesh)
I keep more heat than Florida
Counting dead men I'm no coroner
Slay that cat bitch I'm a warrior
She love when I'm touring her
My bitch is a foreigner
Everyday we get racks
Every head in here got horns say slatt
Every nigga round me stay in the trap
Might go to the eight just to shoot a couple craps
No they chalking us
These niggas not stoppin' us
No Baskin these niggas ain't robbin us
Two bitches they both getting double stuffed
I'm one of one and you one of them so you the opps nigga
I'm with Kash and we goin' vert till we reach the top nigga
I got a tiger, tigger my bitch she got stripes on her
I swear my front pocket look like a bible bitch its crippin'
I don't believe in love or hate please tell me what's the difference
I've never been a saint but I used to rock True Religion
Money on my mind but she give brain so bruh I'm tempted
I got hoes tryna suck me out my clothes
Got me paranoid, where the fuck my pole
When I find it Imma put it to your skull
Take a fuck nigga right off his throne
All my bros, and they hoes
Thank the lean, thank the bad bitches, real niggas
I thank God for it all
I swear my front pocket look like a bible bitch its crippin'
I don't believe in love or hate please tell me what's the difference
I've never been a saint but I used to rock True Religion
Money on my mind but she give brain so bruh I'm tempted
I got hoes tryna suck me out my clothes
Got me paranoid, where the fuck my pole
When I find it Imma put it to your skull
Take a fuck nigga right off his throne
I'm on the road
Fuck a bad bitch go do a show
My wrist a Patek know I'm a goat
They calling me vert cause they know imma blow
Smoking on pressure it fuck up my throat
I'm with So Santana we getting them loads (On god)
Off-White bitch it's matching my flow
All night bet the trap is gon roll
If you ain't got it keep it true like clothes
We might go to jail for selling this crack
Nazzii on the beat Meezy spin it back
Lot of dirty money need ten laundromats
I don't really fuck with y'all these rap niggas cap
Imma stay true to myself that's a fact
Sell that boy white but he wanted some black
Not fucking with rappers these niggas be cap
Fuck on a ship need a bitch in my lap
Made another play hope the feds don't tap
Screamin free blow that shit no cap
If you need a pack we gon put it in wrap
Stay true to this shit this shit deeper than rap
When I get a beat they know Kashvert gon snap
When I'm in the streets they know Kashvert got now
Beat up the pussy she throwing the towel
Don't do the rap cap fuck up my sound
I swear my front pocket look like a bible bitch its crippin'
I don't believe in love or hate please tell me what's the difference
I've never been a saint but I used to rock True Religion
Money on my mind but she give brain so bruh I'm tempted
I got hoes tryna suck me out my clothes
Got me paranoid, where the fuck my pole
When I find it Imma put it to your skull
Take a fuck nigga right off his throne
Look, I came a long way (Long way)
If a nigga try crashing that bitch went the wrong way
I keep it true religion like the song say
Stay down in the trap then I tell her its a long day
I keep that Peewee with me like I'm long way
I keep a blicky with me for the wrong day
Niggas ain't sticking with me that's a long way
Extended the clip on the blick that's a long drake
Give em' a long face
In a demon with road rage
She drunk off of rosa
She like bitches she's so gay
My front pocket holy
They like no way
Pour it up
Pour it up
Pour it up
Pour it up
Pour it up
Pour it up (Sheesh)
I keep more heat than Florida
Counting dead men I'm no coroner
Slay that cat bitch I'm a warrior
She love when I'm touring her
My bitch is a foreigner
Everyday we get racks
Every head in here got horns say slatt
Every nigga round me stay in the trap
Might go to the eight just to shoot a couple craps
No they chalking us
These niggas not stoppin' us
No Baskin these niggas ain't robbin us
Two bitches they both getting double stuffed
I'm one of one and you one of them so you the opps nigga
I'm with Kash and we goin' vert till we reach the top nigga
I got a tiger, tigger my bitch she got stripes on her
I swear my front pocket look like a bible bitch its crippin'
I don't believe in love or hate please tell me what's the difference
I've never been a saint but I used to rock True Religion
Money on my mind but she give brain so bruh I'm tempted
I got hoes tryna suck me out my clothes
Got me paranoid, where the fuck my pole
When I find it Imma put it to your skull
Take a fuck nigga right off his throne
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Writer(s): Kameron Carroll-lara
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