Rnt
Ayy, look, on my momma, all I know is rap and trap, I get it gone
I'm chasin' bands, you cop a pack, you best believe I'm smellin' strong
I don't want patnas with these niggas, no, we do not get along
And I'll be dyin' before I get some help, I did it on my own
On my momma, all I know is rap and trap, I get it gone
I'm chasin' commas, cop a pack, you best believe I'm smellin' strong
Bitch, I don't want patnas with these niggas, no we do not get along
And I be dyin' before I get some help, I did it on my own
And this shit all I know, I drop down on my knees and pray, cause this shit all I want
I talk to God, that's everyday, cause he know what I don't
And I'll be damned before I let a nigga touch my folks
Stickin' out your hand, ain't doin' shit for you, go get your own
Lil' nigga feelin' grown, I hit 18 I hit release, promoters hit my phone
My pockets fat, they on obese, and I'ma get some more,
And all you niggas rats, you all police, and we don't fuck with those
Ayy, fresh up off the porch, I'm in the field with both feet,
Runnin' shit just like it's sports, I'm in this bitch with no cleats
Day to day, like back to back, I'm rappin' packs with no sleep
You fuck with Kae and it's a rap, you think it's cap we gon' see
Aye on my granny, we gon' see like 20/20
Jit be trappin' for the fun, remember trappin' for the money
I wrap that brick and get it done, then fuck this bitch out of her bonnet
But I do not love these hoes, I flip a bitch like she a onion
Aye cause I'm my momma, all I know is rap and trap, I get it gone
I'm chasin' bands, you cop a pack, you best believe it's smellin' strong
Bitch, I don't want patnas with these niggas, no we do not get along
And I'll be dyin' for I get some help, I did it on my own
Yeah, and I ain't ask a nigga for shit But if I did you know I went demandin' with that blick
Drop a ten right on a fit I spent your rent on 45th
Can't get a kiss, this shit ain't sweet, I play a bitch like New York Knicks
Huh aye, I said damn, where you get that ass bae I'm tryna feel sumn
I'm in the bushes on that grass, tryna drill sumn
Baby Jay be waitin' with that drac he tryna kill sumn
You bands deep outside the whip, and fuck it, we gon' still come
I'm chasin' bands, you cop a pack, you best believe I'm smellin' strong
I don't want patnas with these niggas, no, we do not get along
And I'll be dyin' before I get some help, I did it on my own
On my momma, all I know is rap and trap, I get it gone
I'm chasin' commas, cop a pack, you best believe I'm smellin' strong
Bitch, I don't want patnas with these niggas, no we do not get along
And I be dyin' before I get some help, I did it on my own
And this shit all I know, I drop down on my knees and pray, cause this shit all I want
I talk to God, that's everyday, cause he know what I don't
And I'll be damned before I let a nigga touch my folks
Stickin' out your hand, ain't doin' shit for you, go get your own
Lil' nigga feelin' grown, I hit 18 I hit release, promoters hit my phone
My pockets fat, they on obese, and I'ma get some more,
And all you niggas rats, you all police, and we don't fuck with those
Ayy, fresh up off the porch, I'm in the field with both feet,
Runnin' shit just like it's sports, I'm in this bitch with no cleats
Day to day, like back to back, I'm rappin' packs with no sleep
You fuck with Kae and it's a rap, you think it's cap we gon' see
Aye on my granny, we gon' see like 20/20
Jit be trappin' for the fun, remember trappin' for the money
I wrap that brick and get it done, then fuck this bitch out of her bonnet
But I do not love these hoes, I flip a bitch like she a onion
Aye cause I'm my momma, all I know is rap and trap, I get it gone
I'm chasin' bands, you cop a pack, you best believe it's smellin' strong
Bitch, I don't want patnas with these niggas, no we do not get along
And I'll be dyin' for I get some help, I did it on my own
Yeah, and I ain't ask a nigga for shit But if I did you know I went demandin' with that blick
Drop a ten right on a fit I spent your rent on 45th
Can't get a kiss, this shit ain't sweet, I play a bitch like New York Knicks
Huh aye, I said damn, where you get that ass bae I'm tryna feel sumn
I'm in the bushes on that grass, tryna drill sumn
Baby Jay be waitin' with that drac he tryna kill sumn
You bands deep outside the whip, and fuck it, we gon' still come
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Writer(s): Kae Kasino
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