Abc lyrics

[Intro]
(Damn, Glacier)
(I got 20 on my beat)
'Kilo

[Chorus]
Who said I couldn't do it on the di*k? (Yeah)
You know I'm really ridin' 'cause I do it on my feet (Okay)
He ask me, "Why you smilin', why you doin' it to me?"
f*cked around and got to drownin', guess I do 'em on the tip (Yeah)
I'm a bed-soaker, pus*y sweet like mogul
I throw it back like, "Hold up", I make it pop like hold-ups
I know my ABCs (Okay), I can't get past the D (No, no)
Yeah, all my numbers when I'm c*mmin', I'm like, "One, two, three"
I nutted

[Interlude]
Hahaha, come get in this pus*y, n*gga (Yeah)

[Verse 1]
I gotta get the bread (Woo), you actin' like you scared (Okay)
I go by 'Kilo, b*tch, I'm dope, I gotta duck the feds (Gotta duck the feds)
A lot of blue checks in my DM, I leave 'em on read (Yeah, leave 'em on read)
Ayy, don't go try to hit unsent, yeah, I saw what you said (I saw that sh*t)
He wanna put it on me (Yeah), he smack like macaronis
I'll leave a n*gga lonely, like sendin' off his homie
He don't know what to do (Nah, nah), I gotta tell the truth
I love to break a n*gga's heart and I'll do it to you (Who next?)
[Chorus]
Who said I couldn't do it on the di*k? (Yeah)
You know I'm really ridin' 'cause I do it on my feet (Okay)
He ask me, "Why you smilin', why you doin' it to me?"
f*cked around and got to drownin', guess I do 'em on the tip (Yeah)
I'm a bed-soaker, pus*y sweet like mogul
I throw it back like, "Hold up", I make it pop like hold-ups
I know my ABCs (Okay), I can't get past the D (No, no)
Yeah, all my numbers when I'm c*mmin', I'm like, "One, two, three"
I nutted

[Verse 2]
Big booty b*tch, I got it poppin' like a Prada bag (Like a Prada, yeah)
I took his heart and all his money and I'm proud of that (Know I'm proud of that)
I saw that text, sh*t, I just read it, I ain't holler back (I ain't textin' back)
It was impressive really, you can't take the body tag (Take the body, b*tch)
I like a long stroker (Yeah), who choke and bend me over
Ride on that di*k like strollers (Okay), I bunny-hop on low up (I hop, ah ha)
And even 'til I sing (Burr), I treat him like a lame (Burr)
Area code 713 (Huh), but I don't know his name (I don't know that n*gga)

[Chorus]
Who said I couldn't do it on the di*k? (Yeah)
You know I'm really ridin' 'cause I do it on my feet (Okay)
He ask me, "Why you smilin', why you doin' it to me?"
f*cked around and got to drownin', guess I do 'em on the tip (Yeah)
I'm a bed-soaker, pus*y sweet like mogul
I throw it back like, "Hold up", I make it pop like hold-ups
I know my ABCs (Okay), I can't get past the D (No, no)
Yeah, all my numbers when I'm c*mmin', I'm like, "One, two, three"
I nutted
[Outro]
It's 'Kilo, I'm gone