Don't know what to say
Lil Krishy out of bars, underfunded jail
Sike bitch, my notes are top like a high pitch
Full of quotes that drop minds, you can call me ISIS, please don't
I get that shit a lot on the blow up
Take the beat, hit the ones and make it pop just like a soda
Fresher than mentos, sending for cash no Venmo
I'll end a homies November, stress about ten toes
Cause I keep them down, keep your ears out
The mainstream mickey mouse
Imma get money no joke, showed it I hope
You man are comedy shows
I block your noise I'm on Bose, can you see your throne
Cause you better watch it like hov
Dough and the hos, thats a trope, but we want them both
Spaghetti hoops on the toast
Spaghetti hoops on the toast
Thats how I choose to live
I wanna keep it the same
They shooting to my house from their car
That's why they call it a range
So I move the crib from aves to cul-de-sacs
Yeah, a young boy switching lanes
Cocaine for breakfast, hold these pistols ambidextrous
Hold up let me preface, I'm straight lying, I'm no menace
It's just my tenet that I don't bump k, just push a T
Not up a hill, I'm not J C
There's nothing f*cking holy 'bout this mp3
Im just trying to swap my acne for the acme
Man I'll up the f*cking ante, 'cause I need this money badly
6 gauge weaponised words, so they call me asznee
But nwg toting 2-2 trees
Not 223s, talk shit, get hit, with a DDT
And maybe its the lsd
But why your girl look like an AT-AT
Damn, I don't need to kill this Mockingbird
But my watch isn't running like clockwork
No ice, keep it neat and its looking hella orange
Silent in the Tesla with the harakiri door hinge
Don't drop the ball player we never fumble
Leave your iPhone smashed, call it apple crumble
So much ice, it's blinding, I make 'em all stumble
30 Gs in my ring, Royal Rumble
When I swing know I'm that heavyweight
Kung Fu Kenny with Fury I'll make you levitate
Girls are never tamed, I'm wilder running roughshod
It's BS for the Bomb Squad
Crack for brunch, OD, but I'll be back for lunch
Drinking yak with munch
When I hit the blunt
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Don't know what to say
Lil Krishy out of bars, underfunded jail
Sike bitch, my notes are top like a high pitch
Full of quotes that drop minds, you can call me ISIS, please don't
I get that shit a lot on the blow up
Take the beat, hit the ones and make it pop just like a soda
Fresher than mentos, sending for cash no Venmo
I'll end a homies November, stress about ten toes
Cause I keep them down, keep your ears out
The mainstream mickey mouse
Imma get money no joke, showed it I hope
You man are comedy shows
I block your noise I'm on Bose, can you see your throne
Cause you better watch it like hov
Dough and the hos, thats a trope, but we want them both
Spaghetti hoops on the toast
Spaghetti hoops on the toast
Thats how I choose to live
I wanna keep it the same
They shooting to my house from their car
That's why they call it a range
So I move the crib from aves to cul-de-sacs
Yeah, a young boy switching lanes
Cocaine for breakfast, hold these pistols ambidextrous
Hold up let me preface, I'm straight lying, I'm no menace
It's just my tenet that I don't bump k, just push a T
Not up a hill, I'm not J C
There's nothing f*cking holy 'bout this mp3
Im just trying to swap my acne for the acme
Man I'll up the f*cking ante, 'cause I need this money badly
6 gauge weaponised words, so they call me asznee
But nwg toting 2-2 trees
Not 223s, talk shit, get hit, with a DDT
And maybe its the lsd
But why your girl look like an AT-AT
Damn, I don't need to kill this Mockingbird
But my watch isn't running like clockwork
No ice, keep it neat and its looking hella orange
Silent in the Tesla with the harakiri door hinge
Don't drop the ball player we never fumble
Leave your iPhone smashed, call it apple crumble
So much ice, it's blinding, I make 'em all stumble
30 Gs in my ring, Royal Rumble
When I swing know I'm that heavyweight
Kung Fu Kenny with Fury I'll make you levitate
Girls are never tamed, I'm wilder running roughshod
It's BS for the Bomb Squad
Crack for brunch, OD, but I'll be back for lunch
Drinking yak with munch
When I hit the blunt
Lil Krishy out of bars, underfunded jail
Sike bitch, my notes are top like a high pitch
Full of quotes that drop minds, you can call me ISIS, please don't
I get that shit a lot on the blow up
Take the beat, hit the ones and make it pop just like a soda
Fresher than mentos, sending for cash no Venmo
I'll end a homies November, stress about ten toes
Cause I keep them down, keep your ears out
The mainstream mickey mouse
Imma get money no joke, showed it I hope
You man are comedy shows
I block your noise I'm on Bose, can you see your throne
Cause you better watch it like hov
Dough and the hos, thats a trope, but we want them both
Spaghetti hoops on the toast
Spaghetti hoops on the toast
Thats how I choose to live
I wanna keep it the same
They shooting to my house from their car
That's why they call it a range
So I move the crib from aves to cul-de-sacs
Yeah, a young boy switching lanes
Cocaine for breakfast, hold these pistols ambidextrous
Hold up let me preface, I'm straight lying, I'm no menace
It's just my tenet that I don't bump k, just push a T
Not up a hill, I'm not J C
There's nothing f*cking holy 'bout this mp3
Im just trying to swap my acne for the acme
Man I'll up the f*cking ante, 'cause I need this money badly
6 gauge weaponised words, so they call me asznee
But nwg toting 2-2 trees
Not 223s, talk shit, get hit, with a DDT
And maybe its the lsd
But why your girl look like an AT-AT
Damn, I don't need to kill this Mockingbird
But my watch isn't running like clockwork
No ice, keep it neat and its looking hella orange
Silent in the Tesla with the harakiri door hinge
Don't drop the ball player we never fumble
Leave your iPhone smashed, call it apple crumble
So much ice, it's blinding, I make 'em all stumble
30 Gs in my ring, Royal Rumble
When I swing know I'm that heavyweight
Kung Fu Kenny with Fury I'll make you levitate
Girls are never tamed, I'm wilder running roughshod
It's BS for the Bomb Squad
Crack for brunch, OD, but I'll be back for lunch
Drinking yak with munch
When I hit the blunt
Writer: H Tanner, J Masson, M Vanlint
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid