Kia Boyz lyrics

[Intro]
Oo sh*t that’s a Danny g beat
Damn, JakeSand

[Verse 1: TrDee]
I’m certified check my resume
I pull up shooting Desmond bane i don’t hesitate
sh*t I might levitate
I’m so f*cking high
You ain’t got no money your b*tch cheating and you wonder why
Driving like a Kia boy I put the whip in sports mode
Gotta watch your mans make sure your back door closed
All I think about is how to get some more pros
Plug overseas so sometimes we talk in Morse code
Threw the neck and took my energy just like a spirit bomb
It p*ss me off when a n*gga get my lyrics wrong
No I do not workout but what I’m smoking super strong
Bad brown skin b*tch look likе Nia Long
Looking like I sell weight probably why my namе holy
I just had a talk with god he said you really goated
You gone end up like Tony Stark tryna be heroic
They don’t know I had my glockie I don’t even show it

[Verse 2: Certified Trapper]
b*tch I came up off of nothing I was really broke
If you sneak dissing I’m gon get you right before your show
Real street n*gga TRX riding Fetty bows
b*tch you already know I’m on that time get stepped on
Knock every head down up in Cudahy
Same [ ] n*gga and [ ]
Not to mention [] heads on the corner
But wait you name it I f*cking got it
12 Gs a ID in my f*cking pocket
If you reach for my chain Imma f*cking pop you
[ ] Green then I f*cking got you
b*tch I could fit a light 40 in my f*cking pocket
[Verse 3: Mariboy Mula Mar]
Yup yup yup yup
I got plenty f*cking bows n*gga is you tryna shop
These phones banging cramming heads lining down yo block
And the way I drive the foreign I’m gon need some new shocks
I just made 20 in some crocs
All these f*cking [] on me all these damn knots
Hypebeast what I wear ain’t in stock
Don’t be flashing that lil sh*t boy I know that’s all you got
I got the switchy in this b*tch it’s going down like I’m Joc
I got runtz cookies []
[] back now he a sh*tty boy
I just bought b*tch a ass and three chains I ain’t no tity boi
Not a play in Indiana I’m passing through Illinois
All these jacks in here bing bing like they Floyd
My neighbor say the srt make too much f*cking noise
I ain’t talking peezy nem when I say I’m with the boyz
The Prada or the [mari] man I can’t make a choice

[Verse 4: TrDee]
I’m certified check my resume
I pull up shooting Desmond bane i don’t hesitate
sh*t I might levitate
I’m so f*cking high
You ain’t got no money your b*tch cheating and you wonder why
Driving like a Kia boy I put the whip in sports mode
Gotta watch your mans make sure your back door closed
All I think about is how to get some more pros
Plug overseas so sometimes we talk in Morse code