Kyle lyrics

[Chorus]
Thirty rounds of metal what I put up in my rifle
Glock hold 22, one in the chamber, think I'm Michael
I got love for you but that do not mean I like you
Lost up in the sauce? Come talk to me so I can guide you
And Thizzler wouldn't post me, now my music up on Tidal
Treat b*tches like a book witout a cover, that's no title
Mouth full of ice so these b*tches love my smile
You got no love for thugs? b*tch then go get you a Kyle

[Verse 1]
And they gon' say you fake when they see you keep your distance
Traveled across the world while you stickin' on your pivot
You wit' me or against me? pus*y tell me your decision
They ask how I come up wit' all this sh*t, I think I'm gifted
And your b*tch pus*y tight, it was hard to get my tip in
I bet not see no lip up on this bottle if you ain't pitch in
n*ggas throw what all these hoes be wearin', that's a b*tch fit
Damn ain't in my pocket, talk to me, I got Crip friends
And I just bought some sh*t that the narcs can't get they hands on
You ain't gotta spit no game to a b*tch when your bands long
Diamonds on me twerkin', and my chest what they dance on
How the f*ck is you a boss if you ain't never put yo' mans on?
Bounty on his head, all it takes to get crept on
n*gga think he steppin' it ain't sh*t to get him stepped on
I heard you was that n*gga back then, where your rep go?
A fan ass b*tch that cop questions we reject those
n*gga say my name then I'm comin' like the boogie man
b*tch always buzzin' in my ear like she Woody friend
n*gga I don't gotta write a rap, I be punchin' in
You knew he was a b*tch, you ain't mine, you still tuck him in
Bro catch a op and don't squeeze, I'ma punish him
n*gga I was gettin' it on my own when I was just a kid
b*tch you could make love of the hit but you just a friend
And I done spent way too much on Glocks to be tusslin'
[Chorus]
Thirty rounds of metal what I put up in my rifle
Glock hold 22, one in the chamber, think I'm Michael
I got love for you but that do not mean I like you
Lost up in the sauce? Come talk to me so I can guide you
And Thizzler wouldn't post me, now my music up on Tidal
Treat b*tches like a book without a cover, that's no title
Mouth full of ice so these b*tches love my smile
You got no love for thugs? b*tch then go get you a Kyle