Kenny Front St* lyrics

[Intro]
Big Latto, the biggest (Yeah)
Haha, look, yuh

[Verse 1]
I just copped a new crib and Ian even post it (On God)
Checks still coming in the mail to my old sh*t
How these b*tches call they self "Big" and ain't sold sh*t? (What?)
'Fore I even had a chain hoe, I been a cold b*tch (Yuh)
Ian into the chit-chat, get a b*tch wacked (Boo)
Bottega boots with the Rick hat, I mix-match (Yeah)
Bentley seats when I sit back, the b*tch back (Skrrt)
I'll forgive a cheating n*gga just to get some get back (Haha)
Pricey, b*tches ain't like me (Yeah)
Atlanta to the Grammy parties, yup, in my white tee (Yeah)
I could do the Louboutin, I rather do the Nikes (Yeah)
b*tch too bad to let a n*gga one night me (Hell no)
AP buss (Buss), please don't touch me (Nah)
Keep 'em out my business, keep my n*gga onna hush (Hush)
Imma let these b*tches finish but they knowing who the biggest (Yeah)
Only way I'm disappearing (What?) if you gave 'em three wishes (Haha, on God)

[Chorus]
Latto got the engine, where the truck be? (Girl, yuh)
b*tches talking sh*t but won't touch me? (Hell no, yuh)
Latto bouta put 'em on front street? (Woo, yuh)
I'm done playing with these b*tches, I done told ya, I'm the biggest (Biggest)
Latto got the engine, where the truck be? (Latto, yuh)
I can't let a pus*y hoe punk me (Hell no, no)
Latto bouta put 'em on front street? (Yeah, yup)
I'm done playing with these b*tches (Yeah), I done told ya, I'm the realest
[Verse 2]
Fisrt b*tch step up getting stepped on (Yeah)
Latto got a b*tch record deal on my left arm (Ice)
Imma get a b*tch gone thinking she gone check sumn (Brr)
A sneaker ain't the only thing that Latto put a check on (On God)
Racks on yo head
You know, I'm with the bullsh*t (Yeah)
Caviar and Ramon noodles cause I'm hood rich (Rich)
Keep it on me, treat the Birkin like a toolkit (Boo)
And that's gospel like I'm rapping from the pool pit (Haha)
b*tches f*cking with me, that's little to none (Ey)
Got 'em begging for a break, Ian giving 'em one (Hell no)
They ain't gone do sh*t (What?)
Million dollar meetings at the Ruth Chris (Yeah)
Tryna run from it but the truth is– (Latto, yeah)

[Chorus]
Latto got the engine, where the truck be? (Girl, yuh)
b*tches talking sh*t but won't touch me? (Hell no, yuh)
Latto bouta put 'em on front street? (Woo, yuh)
I'm done playing with these b*tches, I done told ya, I'm the biggest (Biggest)
Latto got the engine, where the truck be? (Latto, yuh)
I can't let a pus*y hoe punk me (Hell no, no)
Latto bouta put 'em on front street? (Yeah, yup)
I'm done playing with these b*tches (Yeah), I done told ya, I'm the realest (Told ya, I'm the realest)
[Outro]
Yup, yup