Blo a Kiss
What'd I say? (Woah) Uh
I said, "You can't keep up" (Uh)
I'm brown Justin Bieber (Go)
That lil' bitch a diva (Yeah)
I fuck her then leave her (Yo)
Act like I don't see her (No)
I swear, I don't need your love
Yeah, in love with the racks, yeah (Yo)
Yeah, I'm blowing her back, yeah (Yuh)
Yeah, I keep it a stack (Yo)
Motion be bringin' me back, woah (Woo)
But that bitch lookin' bad as fuck
She mad as fuck, I'm bringing her home (Woo)
Yeah, this is no average truck, it's black as fuck
The tint be so low (Woo)
Every time I'm on the road, I drop it and go
You know that we swervin' the whip (Okay)
They know I really be cold, but I didn't know you wanted me
Bring out this shit (XION ORION)
I'm finna fuck up the store, I walk in the ho
I'm really just Birkin yo' bitch (Uh, break in yo' bitch)
We finna bust through the door (Yeah)
I'm praying you home, woah
We really unloading the clip (Unloading the clip)
We got a whole lotta drums
You hearin' the thump the way that the 808 hit (Oh, shit, yeah)
I know some mo'fucking bums that think they go dumb
Just 'cause they could put on a fit (Fit)
Tell her I love and run, I think that shit fun
The way that she throwin' a fit
I got unlimited funds so I can not love, so I'ma just blow her a kiss
I wanted two at one time, we made a lil' Vine
I'm scratching that shit off the list (Go)
I made a whole lot of racks, don't post 'bout no stack (Woah)
I don't want no one seeing shit
Yeah, my pockets super-sized (Woah), stand on it
6'9, I double this shit like a glitch (Woah)
Walk in this bit' looking fly (Y-y-yeah), she blowing my high
I really got cut off that bitch (Let go, t-huah)
You really wish you was living like this (This)
You really wish you was off of the drugs
Of feelin' the love from all of this shit (All of this shit)
You really wish you could call up the plug
And they pulling up on five-minute shit (Five-minute shit)
She finna pull up in all her pajamas, I see her buns
I beat up that shit (Beat up that shit)
We got a whole lot of mo'fuckin' guns (Yeah)
We bringing the Dracs, on OVO shit (Ye-ye-yeah)
How could you say that I'm not going dumb?
I really did somethin', I flooded my wrist (Yeah, flooded my wrist)
Always thought mama would call me a bum, but look at me now
She proud as a bitch (Proud as a bitch)
Whole lot of mo'fuckin' hoes (Yeah)
So who is it 'bout when I say I Prada my bitch?
Tell her, "Fuck off," and, "Go ghost" (Oh)
I'm just in that mode where I just wan' work on my shit(Yeah, damn)
Whole lotta mo'fuckin' dough (Yeah), my pockets hang low
Mama sad I be saggin' and shit (Saggin' and shit)
I knew that I been him off the rip (Tell ya')
I was just really waiting on love (Just really waitin' on love)
I was really upset as a bitch (Huh)
How y'all show love to mo'fuckers who suck?
(Uh-huh, just sayin' they suck)
I had to go and just flood out my wrist, yeah
(If you listen to fucking Yung Fazo (Bitch)
(Your opinion does not matter)
I said, "You can't keep up" (Uh)
I'm brown Justin Bieber (Go)
That lil' bitch a diva (Yeah)
I fuck her then leave her (Yo)
Act like I don't see her (No)
I swear, I don't need your love
Yeah, in love with the racks, yeah (Yo)
Yeah, I'm blowing her back, yeah (Yuh)
Yeah, I keep it a stack (Yo)
Motion be bringin' me back, woah (Woo)
But that bitch lookin' bad as fuck
She mad as fuck, I'm bringing her home (Woo)
Yeah, this is no average truck, it's black as fuck
The tint be so low (Woo)
Every time I'm on the road, I drop it and go
You know that we swervin' the whip (Okay)
They know I really be cold, but I didn't know you wanted me
Bring out this shit (XION ORION)
I'm finna fuck up the store, I walk in the ho
I'm really just Birkin yo' bitch (Uh, break in yo' bitch)
We finna bust through the door (Yeah)
I'm praying you home, woah
We really unloading the clip (Unloading the clip)
We got a whole lotta drums
You hearin' the thump the way that the 808 hit (Oh, shit, yeah)
I know some mo'fucking bums that think they go dumb
Just 'cause they could put on a fit (Fit)
Tell her I love and run, I think that shit fun
The way that she throwin' a fit
I got unlimited funds so I can not love, so I'ma just blow her a kiss
I wanted two at one time, we made a lil' Vine
I'm scratching that shit off the list (Go)
I made a whole lot of racks, don't post 'bout no stack (Woah)
I don't want no one seeing shit
Yeah, my pockets super-sized (Woah), stand on it
6'9, I double this shit like a glitch (Woah)
Walk in this bit' looking fly (Y-y-yeah), she blowing my high
I really got cut off that bitch (Let go, t-huah)
You really wish you was living like this (This)
You really wish you was off of the drugs
Of feelin' the love from all of this shit (All of this shit)
You really wish you could call up the plug
And they pulling up on five-minute shit (Five-minute shit)
She finna pull up in all her pajamas, I see her buns
I beat up that shit (Beat up that shit)
We got a whole lot of mo'fuckin' guns (Yeah)
We bringing the Dracs, on OVO shit (Ye-ye-yeah)
How could you say that I'm not going dumb?
I really did somethin', I flooded my wrist (Yeah, flooded my wrist)
Always thought mama would call me a bum, but look at me now
She proud as a bitch (Proud as a bitch)
Whole lot of mo'fuckin' hoes (Yeah)
So who is it 'bout when I say I Prada my bitch?
Tell her, "Fuck off," and, "Go ghost" (Oh)
I'm just in that mode where I just wan' work on my shit(Yeah, damn)
Whole lotta mo'fuckin' dough (Yeah), my pockets hang low
Mama sad I be saggin' and shit (Saggin' and shit)
I knew that I been him off the rip (Tell ya')
I was just really waiting on love (Just really waitin' on love)
I was really upset as a bitch (Huh)
How y'all show love to mo'fuckers who suck?
(Uh-huh, just sayin' they suck)
I had to go and just flood out my wrist, yeah
(If you listen to fucking Yung Fazo (Bitch)
(Your opinion does not matter)
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Writer(s): Yung Fazo
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