Kim Lil Boi
Nah for real though
Auntie beatin' at my door tellin' me to wake up
Free Meezy I seen my nigga whip that shake up
Then the feds did a sweep that shit was a shake up
I couldn't put shit on his lawyer had to get my weight up
Now I tell my bitch don't wait up, I pull up and get ate up
Long as I got a key lil' mama, them lil' bills gon' get paid up
Long as you keep it G lil' mama, ima make sure that you stay up
Can't bring me around your daddy, he can't stand me you know he hate us
He know I'm thuggin', he know I'm servin', he know I'm in these streets
He know I'm smokin' the weed, but selling lean, I got it cheap
He know when I'm full of them pills, I'm slurrin' my words and I can't speak
We at the table tryna eat, I'm half-sleep, super geek
Damn, I might be a J for real, I just served a J for real
He just came score but guess what he ain't have a jay for real
Young nigga gon' rob & steal, nigga that's a J for real
Fill out this application, give you a Glock, drop him in the field
Jump out on his block, any opp let me see your skills
If you work for me, I got one rule, just don't squill
The Camp Boss, baby, I'm quarterback in the play
Your nigga don't listen to you, but do what other niggas say
Between me and you, I swear these sucker niggas gay
Infiltrate, eat off your plate, man, these sucker niggas snakes
Fall off, catch a case, that's what a sucker nigga pray
Bow our heads, we havin' supper, these sucker niggas pray
Man, stop playin', what is you sayin'? Go ahead and drop your pin
You gon' find out why they call him Dizzy, watch how quick he spin
I can't lie, I like to see him do it, I make him go again
And again, and again, and again, and again
Girl, there go Kim Lil' Boi, you know he gon' keep it toy
You know he gon' keep some shooters with him, they ain't never far
Bustin' pounds into ounces, then cram him in jelly jars
Vacuum seal em', you can't smell em', then deliver em" in muscle cars
One bitch ain't enough for me, I need like two or three
Who else gon' run that road, baby, if it's just you and me
Get new hoes like every week, that shit ain't new to me
I'm the nigga with the sack, my bitch look like a hundred G's
Auntie beatin' at my door tellin' me to wake up
Free Meezy I seen my nigga whip that shake up
Then the feds did a sweep that shit was a shake up
I couldn't put shit on his lawyer had to get my weight up
Now I tell my bitch don't wait up, I pull up and get ate up
Long as I got a key lil' mama, them lil' bills gon' get paid up
Long as you keep it G lil' mama, ima make sure that you stay up
Can't bring me around your daddy, he can't stand me you know he hate us
He know I'm thuggin', he know I'm servin', he know I'm in these streets
He know I'm smokin' the weed, but selling lean, I got it cheap
He know when I'm full of them pills, I'm slurrin' my words and I can't speak
We at the table tryna eat, I'm half-sleep, super geek
Damn, I might be a J for real, I just served a J for real
He just came score but guess what he ain't have a jay for real
Young nigga gon' rob & steal, nigga that's a J for real
Fill out this application, give you a Glock, drop him in the field
Jump out on his block, any opp let me see your skills
If you work for me, I got one rule, just don't squill
The Camp Boss, baby, I'm quarterback in the play
Your nigga don't listen to you, but do what other niggas say
Between me and you, I swear these sucker niggas gay
Infiltrate, eat off your plate, man, these sucker niggas snakes
Fall off, catch a case, that's what a sucker nigga pray
Bow our heads, we havin' supper, these sucker niggas pray
Man, stop playin', what is you sayin'? Go ahead and drop your pin
You gon' find out why they call him Dizzy, watch how quick he spin
I can't lie, I like to see him do it, I make him go again
And again, and again, and again, and again
Girl, there go Kim Lil' Boi, you know he gon' keep it toy
You know he gon' keep some shooters with him, they ain't never far
Bustin' pounds into ounces, then cram him in jelly jars
Vacuum seal em', you can't smell em', then deliver em" in muscle cars
One bitch ain't enough for me, I need like two or three
Who else gon' run that road, baby, if it's just you and me
Get new hoes like every week, that shit ain't new to me
I'm the nigga with the sack, my bitch look like a hundred G's
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Writer(s): Raphael Thompson
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