Kant Blemish

I want a long range kit
With 40 rounds in it
Went shopping at the mall today
I didn't even spend it
I got a call today
Told me my cash pending
I got a gold cross pendent
True Religion, cant blemish
Ya'll need to get away from me
Not good for my image
I get my cash I sit in it
I'm not even finished
Ya'll looking for it, I've been it
Rich white boy like Bennett
She want to give me brain
I cant even feel it

Money counter
I got this bitch, so I leave drank on the counter
She want to hit, I leave her worse then I found her
Real rich shit, I keep on making her louder
I can not trust these kids, I'm walking out with a pole
She want to let me fold her, I told her I'll let her know
Fuck it I'm leaving her colder
Fuck these hoes
Treat her like I don't even know her
I got an Amiri sweater

I got a chrome hearts jacket
You just know I'm better, why don't you stay mad at it
Fucker cant handle the pressure, cant handle the green
Fucker cant handle the blues, fuck you looking at me?
I rep the cash on my shoes
Jewelry hanging out this bitch
Pussy mad he's going to lose
Can't flex no heater, bitch
You keep pressing snooze
Stay sleeping while your pops pays rent
Where the fuck your money went?
Start selling these boys some fent

I want a long range kit
With 40 rounds in it
Went shopping at the mall today
I didn't even spend it
I got a call today
Told me my cash pending
I got a gold cross pendent
True Religion, cant blemish
Ya'll need to get away from me
Not good for my image
I get my cash I sit in it
I'm not even finished
Ya'll looking for it, I've been it
Rich white boy like Bennett
She want to give me brain
I cant even feel it



Credits
Writer(s): Bailey Young
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