Kite lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy (Damn OB)
Ayy, woah

[Chorus]
Put a n*gga up in the sky like a kite (Ayy)
Trying to send a message to a n*gga, that's a kite (Ayy)
It just coming off the top, I ain't even gotta write
If I f*ck the b*tch once, I could f*ck the b*tch twice (Ayy, ayy)
If I f*ck the b*tch once, I could f*ck the b*tch twice (Ayy, yeah)
3.5 and I'm smoking out the fronto (Shh)
Shooters all paid, they smoke a n*gga pronto
Three-point stance got the b*tch on high toe
Four like guard make the b*tch hit a high note (b*tch)
Wanna f*ck with a cutthroat?
Pull up in a car that make a n*gga want cut throat (Skrrt, skrrt)
Make that boy slit his wrist
Keep on talking my sh*t 'til a n*gga get rich

[Verse 1]
They be like they know who it is, but they really don't know you
Known around the globe, boy I rеally ain't local
I don't trust b*tches 'cause I really ain't hopеful
I don't f*ck with n*ggas 'cause I really ain't social
I change a n*gga ass like a clerk and then smoke you
I hold it, he folded, we ain't playing poker (Ain't playing no poker)
Pop out surprise with a piece, I ain't Noble
Put a f*ck n*gga in a box going postal (In a box)
Ayy, put a n*gga up in the sky on a flight
Don't try to send a message to a n*gga, I don't type
If I want that boy gone, they gon' take a n*gga life (Damn OB)
He talk like he tough, he got some nerve
Lean in my purp, but the n*gga ain't say one word
I ain't gotta worry 'cause the clip on the gun curve
Hit mama boy with that heat, get a sunburn
Hit a n*gga ass with that Glock make his skin burn (Ayy)
Told 'em not to play around five (Ayy), but he didn't learn (Shh, what?)
She want to f*ck, but that really ain't my concern
Make a b*tch work for the di*k, she a intern
Ayy, ayy, make a b*tch work for the di*k, she a intern
Shooter pull up hitting out the van look like Big Worm (Bah-bah)
Boyz n the Hood like that n*gga Laurence Fishburne
Make a n*gga head disappear, that's a hat trick
Three hunnid black out (Pop-pop), put you on a blacklist (Brrt)
Pull around, and then backed out so damn fast (Skrrt)
They be like, "How he do that?"
Thought my car did a backflip (Hahaha)
Ayy, yup (Damn OB)
Wam, ayy
[Verse 2]
Boy, I'm swerving, ain't doing the limit
If 12 get behind me, I'm losing them b*tches
I'm starting to feel like I ain't lose in a minute
And since I got out, I'm maneuvering different
Like f*ck one, I need two of them b*tches
Not just one, kill a few of them n*ggas
This b*tch love me so much, she come to my crib and start cleaning, I look up she doing the dishes (Haha)
Why you rapping, yeah they be so different
Let a rat n*gga get in yo' bidness (Uh)
Get locked up on the Rico conviction
That's what happen when you posting with snitches (That's what happen)
He a gangster, he turned to a witness
You was killer, you turned to a b*tch
See the opps and you posted up switches
I don't feel it, that boy ain't on sh*t
Ayy (Haha)

[Chorus]
Put a n*gga up in the sky like a kite (Put a n*gga up)
Trying to send a message to a n*gga, that's a kite
It just coming off the top (Ayy), I ain't even gotta write (Ayy)
If I f*ck the b*tch once, I could f*ck the b*tch twice (Twice)
If I f*ck the b*tch once, I could f*ck the b*tch twice (Ayy, yeah, ayy)
3.5 and I'm smoking out the fronto (Ayy)
Shooters all paid, they smoke a n*gga pronto (Ayy)
Three-point stance got the b*tch on high toe (Ayy, ayy)
Four like guard make the b*tch hit a high note (Damn OB)
Wanna f*ck with a cutthroat?
Pull up in a car that make a n*gga want cut throat (Like sh*t)
Make that boy slit his wrist
Keep on talking my sh*t 'til a n*gga get rich, uh