​kite lyrics

[Intro]
Woah (Woah)
Bee (Woah)
T-uh, t-uh, bee (Woah)
T-uh, t-uh, bee (Woah)
E-e-e-e-e, uh, yeah, uh
Yeah, uh, yeah (Yeah, uh)
The boys

[Chorus]
Run in your crib and I do not get caught
She say I'm handsome, I get that a lot
Look at his face and you see a red dot
We just hit Lenox, don't know what to cop
He keep on stealin' my flow, but it's fine
He want a feature? Well, he gettin' fined
She not givin' neck so don't waste my time
Not playin' with these n*ggas, I'm all in my prime
I'm in my bag, I ain't going for nothing
I'm tryna f*ck, I ain't think about cuffing
Fake I.D. in the club like McLovin
I brought the Glock, I am not with the tussling
We cannot fight (Yeah), I got the strap likе a dyke
He want the war, it's on sight (Sight)
b*tch, I gеt high like a kite (Kite)
[Verse]
Glock in my hand, that's a Palm Angel
I hit his ho in some Palm Angels
These n*ggas, they practice my song cadence
Said I'm droppin' the tape, got 'em all waitin'
These industry n*ggas be pump fakin'
b*tch, I'm in the hills and I'm sunbathin'
Think he spiritual because he sungazin' (Sungazin', yeah, woah)
I'm on the top floor up in N.Y
This ain't my first blunt, b*tch, I been high (b*tch, I been high)
She took a Xan and she boot up
Grip in my hand, will I shoot 'em?
All of my n*ggas the rudest (Damn)
b*tch, I just hang with the cool kids (Yeah)
Told that lil' b*tch I'm a cool kid (Cool kid)
I'm gon' shoot, give a f*ck 'bout who you is (You is)
I'm up in Ella with two b*tches (Yeah, yeah)
I hit the Wells and I pull out the riches
She suicidal how she slit wrists, yeah (Uh)

[Bridge]
Yeah, I'm tryna touch the stars (I'm tryna touch 'em)
I'm tryna get up (I'm tryna get up)
Your ho cannot get my di*k hard (Yeah)
No, she can't get me up (No, she can't get me up)
For the gang, she a whore (Whore)
For the gang, she a sl*t
[Chorus]
Run in your crib and I do not get caught
She say I'm handsome, I get that a lot
Look at his face and you see a red dot
We just hit Lenox, don't know what to cop
He keep on stealin' my flow, but it's fine
He want a feature? Well, he gettin' fined
She not givin' neck so don't waste my time
Not playin' with these n*ggas, I'm all in my prime
I'm in my bag, I ain't going for nothing
I'm tryna f*ck, I ain't think about cuffing
Fake I.D. in the club like McLovin
I brought the Glock, I am not with the tussling
We cannot fight (Yeah), I got the strap like a dyke
He want the war, it's on sight (Sight)
b*tch, I get high like a kite (Kite)