KiKi! lyrics

[Intro]
Capo

[Chorus: Lil Tecca]
Yeah, I'm chasin' that bag, I'm like "Okay"
I'm makin' the racks, I make that sh*t rotate
I want a Frito-Lay, yeah
And I told my gang that I'ma stay the same
And I got your ho, uh, I turn her to a bae
I turn her to a thot, turn that b*tch to a kiki
I'm f*ckin' your b*tch, she get freaky, uh
I f*cked your lil' b*tch, say she need me
Look at my glasses, I'm geeky
She bent it over, she said "Seed me," uh
She lay on her back, like "Eat me," nah
I know that, that b*tch get treeshy, yeah

[Verse 1: ronsocold]
These n*ggas wan' be me (Ah)
I'm blind to that sh*t (b*tch), I'm feelin' just like Stevie (Ah)
One for all my slimes, I ride with that five (Blick, blick)
n*gga try me and he die (Buh, buh), put a n*gga in the sky (Brrat)
She know I get fly, I don't need no stylist (Ah)
On these drugs, I feel like a pilot (Ah)
And your b*tch gon' f*ck with me, she say that you childish (b*tch)
I don't even write no songs, I get paid from freestylin' (Ah)
Way too many hoes, I don't know who to choose (Who to choose)
b*tch, you not dawg, it's [?] in some shoes
I stay with baby bottles, like I'm [?] (Shh)
Know I'm lean, she can tell by how I move
And she know I'm havin' racks (Capo)
[Chorus: Lil Tecca]
Yeah, I'm chasin' that bag, I'm like "Okay"
I'm makin' the racks, I make that sh*t rotate
I want a Frito-Lay, yeah
And I told my gang that I'ma stay the same
And I got your ho, uh, I turn her to a bae
I turn her to a thot, turn that b*tch to a kiki
I'm f*ckin' your b*tch, she get freaky, uh
I f*cked your lil' b*tch, say she need me
Look at my glasses, I'm geeky
She bent it over, she said "Seed me," uh
She lay on her back, like "Eat me," nah
I know that, that b*tch get treeshy, yeah

[Verse 2: Lil Tecca]
Who that is? Who that is? Nah
She just hit my phone and she think I am Tecca
S and D, babygirl, I am Tecca
I can't think of one memory that I regret ya'
f*ck a lil' b*tch called Rebecca, f*ck
f*ckin' a b*tch, give me head, yeah
That b*tch, that b*tch, she a thot on the bed, yeah
She a nine-nine overall in bed
Ahead of these n*ggas like I'm playin' chess
You n*ggas wear chokers, got gold on my chest
Your b*tch on my di*k while layin' on my chest
Get out my inbox, lil' boy, you a mess
I don't want drama, drama
I ain't with that drama, it's a problem, problem
f*ckin' lil' b*tch on my body, she a problem, problem
Calculator, lil' b*tch, yeah, I got 'em, got 'em
n*gga we don't have no problem, problem (Capo)
pus*y-ass n*gga on my body, he want some drama, drama
f*ckin' lil' b*tch on my body, I don't got nothin', nothin'
For you, for you, get off me, outta here
Oh yeah, oh yeah, nah
[Outro: Lil Tecca]
(Oh yeah, oh yeah)