No smoke no smoke
They waving the flag threw the towel he toast
No I'm not most heard y'all doing bad
No more bragging and boasting
Top, top, top, top, top floor told her we ain't coming down
My bank account look like her daddy's
She say that she hate me she'll come back around
I got options like Lamar jack
I'm quarterbackin' I got yards nigga
I'm still making plays off my iPhone
Hitting milestones look what god give ya
Sometimes it pays off to be patient
No rushing these niggas tryna sell you a gimmick
Lil yoto come back I got hits upon hits
Got that shit that these kids tryna mimic
Courvoisier sprite keep my shit on the rocks
Zoo out in rado they burn dirty chop
I pop up my shop come and cop you some crop
Don't you play round my house boy this chop not a prop
Hold up, hold up man this shit, shit really bussin'
Black and yellow black and yellow
Tarantino rhythm on some kill Bill shit
And my katanatantan ill on any nigga
Try to come and check this
I'm on some wish a nigga would shit
Wild wild wild west way
We got everything we wanted now
Blessing's coming in like everyday
I used to wonder why they hate the kid
Remembered that they had time for it
Used to hoop with them in D-league
Now I'm ballin on and off the court
That ain't my son if he is pull a Kanaan
Just dropped off my baggage
I made some arrangements
Next day we'll be back gotta pick up my payment
Thankful for the top used to be in the basement
(There ain't no cap in my rap)
Vac it up bag it and tag it yeah
Gotta maintain my priorities
They wanna run wit big huncho
They still with they mama she have the authority
He went to college to get a degree
I was blowing these woods in sorority's
It's funny tho now lil yoto touched cream
They wan say that they did this shit for me
Still got love for the guys
Even if they don't love me
Same price that you pay for the lb
But I'm coming home with three
James brown to these niggas
I'm a bad muthaf*cka
You get slapped in yo shit
Shoulda stayed home ate yo mama's lasagna
Is That Kyoto? - MIP (Most Improved Player of the Year) Lyrics
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No smoke no smoke
They waving the flag threw the towel he toast
No I'm not most heard y'all doing bad
No more bragging and boasting
Top, top, top, top, top floor told her we ain't coming down
My bank account look like her daddy's
She say that she hate me she'll come back around
I got options like Lamar jack
I'm quarterbackin' I got yards nigga
I'm still making plays off my iPhone
Hitting milestones look what god give ya
Sometimes it pays off to be patient
No rushing these niggas tryna sell you a gimmick
Lil yoto come back I got hits upon hits
Got that shit that these kids tryna mimic
Courvoisier sprite keep my shit on the rocks
Zoo out in rado they burn dirty chop
I pop up my shop come and cop you some crop
Don't you play round my house boy this chop not a prop
Hold up, hold up man this shit, shit really bussin'
Black and yellow black and yellow
Tarantino rhythm on some kill Bill shit
And my katanatantan ill on any nigga
Try to come and check this
I'm on some wish a nigga would shit
Wild wild wild west way
We got everything we wanted now
Blessing's coming in like everyday
I used to wonder why they hate the kid
Remembered that they had time for it
Used to hoop with them in D-league
Now I'm ballin on and off the court
That ain't my son if he is pull a Kanaan
Just dropped off my baggage
I made some arrangements
Next day we'll be back gotta pick up my payment
Thankful for the top used to be in the basement
(There ain't no cap in my rap)
Vac it up bag it and tag it yeah
Gotta maintain my priorities
They wanna run wit big huncho
They still with they mama she have the authority
He went to college to get a degree
I was blowing these woods in sorority's
It's funny tho now lil yoto touched cream
They wan say that they did this shit for me
Still got love for the guys
Even if they don't love me
Same price that you pay for the lb
But I'm coming home with three
James brown to these niggas
I'm a bad muthaf*cka
You get slapped in yo shit
Shoulda stayed home ate yo mama's lasagna
They waving the flag threw the towel he toast
No I'm not most heard y'all doing bad
No more bragging and boasting
Top, top, top, top, top floor told her we ain't coming down
My bank account look like her daddy's
She say that she hate me she'll come back around
I got options like Lamar jack
I'm quarterbackin' I got yards nigga
I'm still making plays off my iPhone
Hitting milestones look what god give ya
Sometimes it pays off to be patient
No rushing these niggas tryna sell you a gimmick
Lil yoto come back I got hits upon hits
Got that shit that these kids tryna mimic
Courvoisier sprite keep my shit on the rocks
Zoo out in rado they burn dirty chop
I pop up my shop come and cop you some crop
Don't you play round my house boy this chop not a prop
Hold up, hold up man this shit, shit really bussin'
Black and yellow black and yellow
Tarantino rhythm on some kill Bill shit
And my katanatantan ill on any nigga
Try to come and check this
I'm on some wish a nigga would shit
Wild wild wild west way
We got everything we wanted now
Blessing's coming in like everyday
I used to wonder why they hate the kid
Remembered that they had time for it
Used to hoop with them in D-league
Now I'm ballin on and off the court
That ain't my son if he is pull a Kanaan
Just dropped off my baggage
I made some arrangements
Next day we'll be back gotta pick up my payment
Thankful for the top used to be in the basement
(There ain't no cap in my rap)
Vac it up bag it and tag it yeah
Gotta maintain my priorities
They wanna run wit big huncho
They still with they mama she have the authority
He went to college to get a degree
I was blowing these woods in sorority's
It's funny tho now lil yoto touched cream
They wan say that they did this shit for me
Still got love for the guys
Even if they don't love me
Same price that you pay for the lb
But I'm coming home with three
James brown to these niggas
I'm a bad muthaf*cka
You get slapped in yo shit
Shoulda stayed home ate yo mama's lasagna
Writer: Kyle Hoffman
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid