K2A
Yeah
Aye this sh*t just feel good
Ya hear me
Shoutout to my bro Fly Life Mann on the beat
Good look my n*gga
Look Look
Look they got a n*gga f*cked up (aye)
They shouldn’t never got me started
They done f*cked up (aye)
Yaes on b*tch I’m buffed up (aye)
I got it all off the grind
I ain’t lucked up
I looked up and ain’t see nobody above me
Real real n*gga
No wonder why b*tches love me
For real getting money
No wonder they wanna rob me
Them n*ggas real phony
Man keep them n*ggas from around me
I ain’t never been on most wanted
But im hands on with them hammers
Bang it out with whoever want it
When it’s war then know I’m ready for it
The way I move, when I go to move
They’ll never know it
Notice I don’t like to do too much talking
I just want to fill up the kind of safe I can walk in
I don’t feel safe unless it’s a chopstick around
I just want to pick up a couple b*tches and di*k em down
di*k em down knock the bottom out them hoes
Always keep it G never violate the code
When you done with them b*tches
Send them back to they man
And get back to the money
Gotta execute the plan
Look Look
Shout my n*ggas in the streets getting that paper
Pushing keys looking like they typing a paper
Thumbing through them new hundreds will give you papercuts
But since the paper don’t stick
f*ck it I’m staying up
Look Look
Ain’t no guns in my photos
n*ggas out here playing games
Naw we ain’t for those
Catch a f*ck n*gga while he posing for a selfie
Head shot
He don’t get to say Lord Jesus help me
Look Look
When I need you I’m letting off them hot ones
They way I let it blow
You would swear that it got lungs
The way I pull it
Aye you would swear that it was on the string
The way that I let it fly
You would swear that it got wings
Look Look
f*ck I look like
f*cking with a b*tch
That ain't f*cking on the first night
f*cking with a b*tch
That ain’t trying to suck the head off
f*cking with a b*tch
That’s just trying to talk my head off
f*ck out of here b*tch
Save all that pillow talking for the next n*gga
I’m in and out
It ain’t no way I’m interesting you
No handcuffing
Ain’t no way that I’m arresting you
Just want a piece
Say homie can have the rest of you
Look Look
You either with me or you ain’t
I’m usually in one or two places
pus*y or the bank
All these people showing two faces
Who am I to trust
I just focus on them big faces
Counting them a must
Like a mirror homie just face it
You ain’t really popping
Plymouth Road n*gga
You know how I’m P-Rocking
Known to have a b*tch looking like a water fountain
On my 25th hour
Still counting up the money
Look Look (Aye) x3
Pulling all these bands out the stash
Look Look (Aye) x3
Throw that ass like a touchdown pass
Look Look (Aye) x3
Riding with the fully and the semi
Look Look (Aye) x3
I ain’t hard to find b*tch you see me