K To Georgia lyrics

[Intro]
(Yeah, Baby, you did this one)

[Verse]
Yeah, it's eighty degrees, but added thirty, I got Glock with me
This car been sittin' here too long, I am not trippin'
I'm finna go and sell this oil base, no, I did not sip it
I f*ck around, shoot doggy in his sh*t with a chop pistol
This an ARP, the mini, that's what I got with me
I up the chop, he start shakin' out his boots, then I got busy
I knew I was the man at granny house when I got a fifty
This b*tch'll f*ck you and your mans if you got some Henny
I sell two-thousand-some pressed pills and I got a Bentley
I really damn near socked this b*tch, why is you tryna kiss me?
This n*gga dumb, I sent a headshot and he tried to flinch it
I'll do somethin' illegal at your crib long as you got a kitchen
I'll let you get the mеds long as you got the chicken
I left my unky 'round thе meds and he got to sniffin'
I think this n*gga hit his head, his body in the river
I told my fiend I'm done trappin', now she cryin' river
Nah, I'ma trap for life, crack sender
Find a bad b*tch and stuff her up, then put the crack in her
Find an abandoned house all through the hood so we can trap in it
If a fiend OD in that b*tch, clear it out, can't go back in it
I sold bags in it, done made some racks in it, f*ck you rap n*ggas
They only hit the lab so they can cap in it and we'll spin them all
Name hold weight like you fat b*tches
Send a hundred shots at dog in traffic, now his Scat finished, I done sent 'em on him
Runnin' lights, clutchin' the strap, I got a fifty on me
Oh, you ain't know I'm talkin' 'bout the drum and I'll send it on you
This b*tch got a husband, but she don't really care, 'cause she was lickin' on it
n*gga sick, he probably gave that b*tch a kiss after she was lickin' on me
I told the b*tch I really like her, then I'll spend it on you
Psych, just go and ask my last b*tch, I ain't spend sh*t on her
But if you stuff it in your cooch, you can take a portion
Man, I'm hungry than a b*tch, I drunk an eight this morning
I am not on tour with Drake, I brought a K to Georgia
I'm out the way, bro, terrorizin' opps, I'm on the Lake with Forgis
Bro trippin', finna go to a car lot so we can take this foreign (Skrrt)
And f*ck the feds, do not chase, just forfeit
I crack them cards and make 'em forfeit, bank hack genius
b*tch cut me off, I f*cked her credit up and now we back even
This one n*gga died from tryna be just like me, it ain't that easy
Caught him out in traffic, split his car in half, well, ain't that greasy?
This b*tch called me, where you at? I'm finna come and see it
I keep on starin' at her ass, damn, it's that meaty? Sheesh
Bend her over from the back, beat it
Right now, I'm in the Rover 'cause the 'Cat cleanin'
This b*tch got a lot of room, I'm in the back beatin' it
I might cut her off for a month, then I'm back beatin' it
The unc' be sellin' weed bags with the crack seasoning
So I ain't never hit him up for only that reason
[Outro]
(Yeah, Baby, you did this one)