Like I’m Kenny lyrics

[Chorus: JR007]
Ayy, I'm gon' pop out with this Gucci on
And mismatch with the Fendi
She gon' get loose off this Ecstasy
Dissolve it with this Remy
This a Glizzy party
f*ck that .38 go grab a semi
I'ma walk out with my hoodie on
No talking like I'm Kenny
[?]
Drop this flat inside my remy
Catch the bus
b*tch I'm done f*cking already
Load it up
And go slide down in that Chevy
Hoodie up
Do no talking like I'm Kenny

[Verse 1: JR007]
Do no talking like I'm Kenny, b*tch I don't know how to speak
Check my bank account, these hunnids get deposited every week
She gon' get naked for me, I'm gon' put that lil pus*y to sleep
Off this ecstasy, I'm busting b*tch it's hard for me to sleep
Look at my shoes and sh*t
Look at my cars and all these hoes
I need a boujie b*tch
She gimme head then and she gotta go
We shoot a movie clips
I'm with the T's and all of the fours
We bang the five, lil b*tch
You got a problem, get put on the floor
Me and Hitta out in traffic, we get groovy with these Glocks
Perfect timing, all these diamonds that I put inside my watch
b*tch we been sliding, do no hiding, we pop out on any block
It's the middle of December but we still gon' make it hot
[Chorus: JR007]
I'm gon' pop out with this Gucci on
And mismatch with the Fendi
She gon' get loose off this Ecstasy
Dissolve it with this Remy
This a Glizzy party
f*ck that .38 go grab a semi
I'ma walk out with my hoodie on
No talking like I'm Kenny
[?]
Drop this flat inside my remy
Catch the bus
b*tch I'm done f*cking already
Load it up
And go slide down in that Chevy
Hoodie up
Do no talking like I'm Kenny

[Verse 2: El Hitta]
n*gga show yourself before I f*ckin' make your chest pop
I just popped an X [?] I feel like X-Pac
This sh*t not no movie, I fire out my directors
They not believe in God but I'll beat yo ass out your dress socks
Dub, I will smoke yo ass and then go smoke some bud
Every time she see me that b*tch want a hug
You tryna take my style, here b*tch take a slug
Cups of Remy, I'm a big ole n*gga but I'm skinny
He do [?] like Jimmy, hitta got the lame, he a sendy
Fries just like Wendy, issa lotta hoes, got too many
Get more head than pennies, stop talkin' designer, I got plenty
[Chorus: JR007]
I'm gon' pop out with this Gucci on
And mismatch with the Fendi
She gon' get loose off this Ecstasy
Dissolve it with this Remy
This a Glizzy party
f*ck that .38 go grab a semi
I'ma walk out with my hoodie on
No talking like I'm Kenny
[?]
Drop this flat inside my remy
Catch the bus
b*tch I'm done f*cking already
Load it up
And go slide down in that Chevy
Hoodie up
Do no talking like I'm Kenny