Korea lyrics

[Intro]
ZaySkillz
Slatt
Heheh, haha

[Verse 1]
They doin' sh*t that I did (Huh)
He think he better, he mid (Okay, he mid)
I get the bands, I admit (Ha)
Take that boy off of the grid
Yeah, I got that boy rent on my wrist (Okay)
Canary diamonds look like (p*ss)
I walk in the house with a heater (Ha)
My pockets, they fat like Madea (Yeah)
Look at that ho, she a treesh
You broke, I don't wanna be you (Huh)
You broke, she don't wanna see you (No)
Everything big, IKEA
She got a brain, great idea (Hey)
My b*tch, she bad, she from Korea
(Slatt, slatt)

[Verse 2]
I'm finna spaz on that b*tch (Spaz)
I'm getting mad at you, b*tch
Why the f*ck you keep taking these pics? (Hey!)
Tryna get me caught up in sh*t
Huh, I'm in the back of a Tesla
Uh, we put that boy in a stretcher
She think that she a finesser (Blih)
She finna be quick than a b*tch
b*tch I'm in first, ain't no rest (Ha)
We knock him down and see red
Her pus*y put me to bed
Talking that sh*t, now he dead (Woah)
I get the Xan and I'm cray
I'ma take off in a jet (Slatt, uh)
(All y'all rappers still suck)
[Verse 3]
b*tch, I was sleeping in class
I wanted that bag very bad
I got up and got off my ass (Woah)
I left that b*tch now she sad (Yeah)
I left that b*tch now I'm glad (Yeah)
I f*cked her friend, now she mad (Woah)
I took that ho for the cat
I took that ho 'cause she nag me a lot
I was like thirteen still whippin' the pot
He think he spiritual, boy you a bot
She think we together, b*tch we are not
Look at this forehead, that be a red dot
I'm f*ckin' that b*tch and I hit her g-spot
She said that I'm pretty, I get that a lot (Ha)
Look at my pockets, it look like a knot
Look at my pockets, I'm richer than you
Pull up to my spot, what you tryna do? (Yeah)
Walk in this b*tch, the flyest in the room
If a n*gga talk crazy, get hit wit' the broom
I hop in that jet, you could hear it go "Vroom"
That boy got a stick but don't know what to do
I'm jugging that boy out his funds and his loot
We slide on that block, man, that boy a recruit
I walk in her crib and she eat me like fruit (Blih)
I got the sauce, I got the juice
My b*tch a star, no Mandy Muse
Your boulevard, what you gon' do?
Knock off his top, he missing screws
I'm f*ckin' this thot, it ain't nothin' new
[Outro]
Oh my god, Wesley!