Kilo Jam lyrics
by Cookin Soul
[Verse 1]
Counting money while my b*tch sleep
Counting money til my n*ggas eat
I ain't f*cking with that Bentley Jeep
I'm a lil n*gga so my Wraith big as a truck to me
I tried to tell them lil boys not to f*ck with me
But sometimes you gotta let 'em see
See me on the beach in SD and my homie rag '63
When you got home I was all on your TV
Smoking weed where you never be
n*gga where you can't go, you couldn't see me with yo telescope
Testarossas on the coast, park 'em right next to the post
Spitta coped another whip, aw naw, aw naw
[Chorus]
More dope for your ears to smoke
More dope for your ears to smoke
More dope for your ears to smoke
f*cking with the audio narcos
[Verse 2]
Put some respect on it, before we check on it
Haters will p*ss on your grave, I'm just gon' park my Corvette on it
Sparking in the dark, thinking of more art
Stupid intelligence, I'm dumb smart
I'm all heart, that's why you lost before you start
I scratched off in my Ferrari underneath them stars
I forget I got them cars, I be to busy grinding for 'em
That's that money on the line, baby I can't ignore it, hold on
[Chorus]
More dope for your ears to smoke
More dope for your ears to smoke
More dope for your ears to smoke
The original audio narcos
More dope for your ears to smoke
More dope for your ears to smoke
More dope for your ears to smoke
La-da-da, da-da