Neon Kitchen III (Album) lyrics

[Intro]
Neon!

[Verse 1]
What’s good my n*gga got neon lights
Neon belts
Running thru these hoes like Leon Phelps
Self made n*gga I don’t need no help
Did DIY
b*tch, I did it myself
Oh, you f*ck that b*tch? Well I f*cked her, too
She said them neon sheets' was so comfortable
She looks up to me, talking down to you
Oh, b*tch ass n*gga
Snitch ass n*gga
“Baby, where you going?” Kiss, kiss, ass n*gga
Friendzone permanent residence, ass n*gga
Tryna' buy a car for a b*tch who won't f*ck
And you can’t pay your rent, ass n*gga
And your hoes be Skyping
In between you and your n*gga like a hyphen
b*tch, so let’s not repeat
40 in my ride, don’t f*ck up my car sheets, nеon

[Verse 2]
I know something you don’t know and I’m not going to tell ya
I been f*cking on your hoe, and shе told me I’m better
Than you, you, and all of you
Y'all some gay ass n*ggas, y'all fools
f*ck y'all b*tches, f*ck y'all hoes
I don’t give a f*ck, n*gga, everybody knows
I’ll f*ck that b*tch (f*ck that b*tch!)
I'll f*ck that b*tch (f*ck that b*tch!)
I’ll f*ck that b*tch (f*ck that b*tch!)
I’ll f*ck that b*tch (f*ck that b*tch!)
In my neon kitchen (In my neon kitchen!)
In my neon kitchen (In my neon kitchen!)
In my neon kitchen (In my neon kitchen!)
Get my spoon, a fork, my knife, n*gga di*k!
[Outro]
Wow!
Neon
Neon!